Sunday, March 1, 2020

Tender Wanderer


I have lived under cement, embraced or insufficient or lingering—The trek of screams; a person listening where doors would open while wandering over deliberateness. Is it chilly in there: Is it torn when fragile—Those cults or regularities where souls are mandated? I can’t please our canines or avenge our child-moods or better, I can’t make us relax. While unwashed or too clean or raking flesh or wiggling through seams—this unfair disparateness or listening to hear violence where it was never as it projected; our jumping-jacks our seesaws or those optic sandcastles; if to peer too closely, I guarantee a few flaws, while disenchant does not mean uninvolved: but souls running into villages where children are dancing by fire; but a man trying inclusivity, this hard target, where exclusivity seems such security; but days are malicious or a person such degrees or systematic, pernicious—if but anything better than that man. It dreams about freedoms, of how to manage irony, at one so gifted—I wander! Such sweet elegies such raw terrain while a man might be something inordinate; this battle with sawdust, or buildings built upon straw, or truth to shore—A strong woman, is a challenged woman!                    to wander around you as humble lions or so negative an eruption makes spirit—to live in a sentence or to die in letters where great joy was protected; as harvested hearts or irregular breathing while trying out a bit of desperation; so treasured to exist while to have existence, where thoughts are tender but critical; those imbalanced feelings or days at mind-works so accustomed to letting go; but dearest frustration where words are seductive while they demand what they usher forth.               I try to retreat (but auras are concrete). I try to hide but magnets repel. Such distant memories as chaotic, comforting memories entailed in privilege, pride, or peril; our watchers welding telescopes or patience pillaging responsibility; to utter something different, a man must be bonkers—but sameness with nuance is sheer mastery.

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