…we
appear by shadows, tussling with perceptions, while spring is most deadly; this
funeral in me this alpha so short or by omega to see clearly; so accustomed to
self-deprecation this fire to exceed while so petrified by mortality; this edge
as maze this cave as solitude or this walk an inch by graves; those magenta
skies or chipmunks so content while life is miracles and suffering; to imagine
our satire where one is so cold
while
coldness haunts its creator. This flame day this core essence where
universality tugs at concentration;
our
battled ingenuity our anchor so close or to become so honest by concrete; those
roads those maps those alienated departures; this want for passion or
understanding at something perceived as irreversible; (those days they plotted
this underscore this underpinning to confess my part where most are beyond
reproach and so dedicated to lying forever; this breed of creatures, this wave
with Jesus on high, while so desperately disgusting)….
it was spite or
absence where one is mad because they were decoded;
it wasn’t prudence
it was so uncertain while
it prided
deception.
pain was sugar,
the gut was
under-siege, the
person looked horrible!
we would work the
project, as to
give it life,
while it reneged on loyalty. it felt powerful, it could not resist, others were
starting to notice it.
…we observe
human traits
as creatures
trying harder
where
unreality
is always present; one explains physics, another is absent, where false
conjectures are refuted;
those
things we say, or the silence we gnaw, where one is never aware of those labels….
I do
this often. I find a flow—and a negative memory pops us….
I imagine
we laugh harder.
I can’t
ignore our differences.
I see
such this disdain we have for one another.
This
need for submission—while I assert—no one cares too greatly.
A person
is a passing thought or
probed
in memories
but
it isn’t that significant.
We plant
a label, protect ourselves, and get to something new.
Indeed,
affections by hearts reign differently.
