We hook
at mirages such human behavior while we deny such behavior; life filming
anomalies or sadness pointing at developments while trying to excuse properties;
those fields so hidden our welts sticking out where it hurts to remember
sunshine; so capable or so lost while if found we run; sections of disaster or
California ostracism while made into something skeptic; our favor so low our
respect so iffy while it takes so much to refuse anxieties; arranged like dying
or afraid of living where each decision is so dependent. To have said little so forced to desist where
it seems irrational; as waiting for sunrise or dabbling in sin where if located
one might decide to cringe; the victim consoles, the offender lashes out, while
the children absorb our behaviors.
Too much silence
while the room is loudness where we love or die or capture vices; so much its
design while catering to miseries or sullen so removed flickering estrangement;
our early whispers to have dialed our guts insomuch the phone is screaming; or
a gentle caress a symphony star while after something too sentimental. How to fall in love, how to cherish
perfection, or how are we required to adore?
It’s not by chance, those skies by times or mere miracle. It becomes sawing or sandpapering or
designing art—where some are unbuilt as others are unleashed while some are
passive fillers; it means so much or it means so little or one is not eager to
chase that rose; by complex music by temple swords or too accustomed to breathe.
What
must I require in order that I love in order that we seize passion?
The inquiry
is plain, in this web of spiders, Is the requirement selfish?
I resist this
topic while listening to Hildegard or surfing some required feeling; the
apparatus is spinning, buoyant appetites are raging, plus, life is the fruit we
create; indeed, one might need something, while never forming it, but anxious
to receive it; our badges on our smiles our biases in our characters our beasts
suckling at society; (but I do imagine, a couple by arts so close by picture
perfect immortality; a church-house wedding a loving-social balance where
training put two in circuits; this examined engine indeed pure spirit so right
in the eyes of superiors; by cryptic math, so cute so inclined, where there is
never a reason to doubt ecstasy.)
What
comes with ignorance while training is so essential?
Where
feelings reign these cobweb troops while I never met a human; those tender
ideals or a grumpy robot where familiarity becomes its independence.
So attuned
so conditioned or so perfectly its sky-beauty.
