Tuesday, February 25, 2020

What the Child Inherits! Part II


If but rebirth, if but mental satellites, if but a dearer legacy.

We would live vacantly. There was death and dishonor. But a child is inner seas, or deeper legacies, while a man might come to loathe existence.

I disappear into her visions; to know for discomfort or to realize dissention while a daughter must evade circumstances; this gentle, distant creature—this metaphysical element, where residue seems so graphic. But Love is a machine; and Love is watching; where I fear destiny is failing us.

This lot for pressures. This blade of grass. While a daughter might ask: Are the days colder to us?” And a father might prevaricate until a daughter asks: “Are we unstructured?”

As to adore the Angel—or vigil closer—to need an eraser. Those reversible eyes. Those social caricatures. Or pantomime mannikins whispering into winds. But Love is science, or Love is unkempt feelings. Where mythos is unreal and logos is held hostage and pathos rules our decisions. If but to watch but distantly. If but to intervene with persuasion. While many people are not concerned with right actions; but more with receiving carte blanch; this inescapable force—our miracle essence, where partial participation is a plague.

It becomes universal decadence: I must own others in order to pretend something by love. This refrigerator, or this faucet leak, or hours with unbelievable silence; but Love is agile, and Love is temperamental, and Love has some questionable habits. If but to adore unsighted! This human miniature—as mother might smile—as to give no less than her facts.

The child is a young lady, faced by the faceless, while cities seem so pleasing; such homespun advice, while disapproving of guidance, while becoming something stern; this map of instrumental articles, or this chapter in sexuality, or this need for contraceptives; for pain is eternal, to happen upon a STD, one that never strays far from home; indeed, so light an issue, but if one adores life, and needs to marry, this will be a difficult discussion, and one might lose the person she loves. So casual our display, where some keep silent, where soon a child is concerned. But we never desire breakage, upon a hollow foundation, to crucify a person, and then imagine by love. Where trust is established, in heart or mind, to then sudden upon blisters. It kills a person, where most wanted beauty, if but to adore someone precious.

The young lady listens or probes or gets lost in studies; such a fierce creature, where life is crucial, while accumulating karma.

A deep dark soul. An illumination center; maybe partial to meditation. An intense student, fleeing from something ugly, where one is too honest; as killing self, or harming skies!

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