Sunday, March 8, 2020

Black Glass

to pave undertones or rhythmic forests presumed in every sediment; this life of blueprints or those eyes watching while something is casual.

so determined to meet our undercurrent magnetism while so repulsed.

such exotic essence where one is excited like rebellious students; so agitated about rights so inflamed over injustices so clear so concerned.

upon daffodils those screaming auras while anxious to infuse—such lost dialogue such magenta kisses while most people live pure contradiction.

I was found guilty—this extent in reversals—where we gauge, or figure an appropriate behavior; it stems from preservation, it lives in experience, but it can’t make heads nor tails of black travesty: its effects, its determinates, or its modes of activity—where the majority are systematic, or deeply emotional, or at times, dearly illogical; to imagine such a spell where others are irresponsible, and, thus, another has taken jurisdiction over their breathing.

I sense it matters not—the sun-kissed exposure, or those minutes filled but indefinite; our measures but subtle drums our confusion but dear aches while it shouldn’t matter this last year; to want something while remaining balanced as imagining this mystery and heart; such coldness, where it’s justified, while some erase their heritage; as claiming something gray or believing in myths where destiny seems so forward.

                        It felt like serenity, it chanced alienation, where awkwardness is self-imposed; our days at placation
our souls unoccupied    
                        or filled with mire and minerals.

Those amaranth eyes those lighthouse talents while so distant we’re sensing nearness; as unruly essence to give but little while hurt for something we call honesty; such quizzical activity or miles to Greenland or years running nonstop; at images or wilderness by meadows and shadows—designed by bestiality or received by chaos or too understanding to quite fix.

soft anger or colossal concerns or peace so gentle in drops tears; the reasonable pains those agony frustrations accustomed to something inconsistent; but tender fury or almost normal while searching for consensus; this pebble of light those tragic sparks or time given to surrendering; this hard device this insistent mystery our minutes evaluating something inordinate. 

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    The strength to withstand the winds; a spell as it effects/affects some creature. A sudden moment filled with absolute certainty, so wro...