…the
tides are cryptic no two the same while water probes the deep—this ritualized
aggravation or a self-portrait no one is buying or years carving our elephants;
such hectic vines or snippets of clarity where it was so disproportionate;
emphatic answers or screams and chimneys while hankies were abundant….
such
devotion so sweet and tender while still so human; our minds scrub fortresses
our moods are advantageous while lately the locks have unbuckled.
the
lights
are raging, we try
by
desperation, but
angst
has become insufferable.
there
are reasons to sing but few come to mind while seated and no one believes you;
our hefty souls our noisy spirits so conglomerate while we desire community.
we imagine
a pure person made so filthy while the compass is spotless: words are forward,
pledges are concrete, and love is creative. this thing we ponder, this
do-for-perfect robot, while life is inherently immoral; a strong claim, maybe
amoral, or maybe by benefits!
…so
captive by perception while so restricted by chains or rearing illogical
premises….
it has been you
this driven freedom this remarkable illusion; to face fire to animate autonomy
where reasons renown to remain indebted; this life of slavery this fair estate
while noises are silenced; our trails to deserts our millpond baptisms while
everyone knew for truth and no one acted the Samaritan; we watched and prayed
and demons answered our concentration.
such
deer
beauty!
years
at becoming angry where contradiction is household at pure delusion; to know
while celebrating where a few are awake—this hoax this battle-land or those
delicate arts.
a
man
is a sacrifice, upon
horns
or swords, while I understand this design; to deal in private, as a queen come
heaven, or to seem so at arrows; what
a
person sees, especially, in corridors, becomes
part
reality and part projection.
we
would never awaken where this is bliss but some are far too developed.
