Those
that can look into their eyes those galaxies those feelings those aches; this
virus so epic those laboratories so epoch where something strange to me could
destroy chunks of me.
Vicariously
I have
nursed this soul so sore at times while Remarkable was teething. I have pleaded
for mercy underneath and cursed while begging for goodness; such
memories as we cringe a stranger while I know nothing of your routes. To hold
her hand to gnaw her spirit or to adore my wife; this land of forces this
meticulous fever or so at love it needs its prisoners. I have worshiped nearby
I have faith of Indians while something advances to threaten my family: this
suit it wears this tuxedo it bought or this coffin it advertises; (too pure to
me too fantastic to lose while soft a beat in me).
I imagine
what I need when something is evident while dying to redeem; such a tricky
element, for redemption is feeling, and feeling is determined, mostly, by
perception; at some internal operation or musings upon loses or tender a gift
made out of a mistake; indeed, more perception but fire to aches, it would have
missed me, otherwise; this gremlin feature this feathered feature while others
are making merry; but something is here, Witness’s are pointing fingers, while
many are debating something so intricate; or false diagnoses, our Celebrities
under attack, but it seems unlikely.
—so
pandemic or richly frightening where many have survived in this short period of
time; but many have died where Seattle seems worse while something petrifies
California; to look so vicious or to appear so friendly while it aches to
infect our harvests; sheer fierceness or sullen fumes to isolate while confined
to fears; our living this way, our biblic inquiries, or too scientific to ever
vomit that way; (our coughs so much more critical into a feeling strong as
bipolar panic); to exist loving life to have such a demonstrative family
insomuch as a loving nucleus; to see those emotions while we cater more if but
a few more memories—
They
make it apocalyptic they sprinkle eschatology or leave us with enough fear to
make a donation.
It is
so contagious in this city of facemasks and sold out sanitizers.
What
is it, or where is it, or how do we kill it; this rumor over there this concern
in Europe or this center in China; while Little Suzie is sleep and Jamila is
asking questions and Richard just coughed; searching ourselves or delegating
fiercely or rewashing every few minutes; indeed, some aren’t changing, the
routine is sameness, while some are screaming and grappling walls.
It
takes carefulness, mental occupation, and reinforcement.
