I
can’t explain blue fire or inadequacies or carrying each error, the penalty of
watching death a piece each day or hurting while seeming indifferent. our
terrors coming back to eat as we suffer or a sweet morsel seeming bitter like
saffron—our cultured dynamic our seas thrust by earth our whales haggling with
elephants. it would die in innocence while life slips into darkness if but to
feel ethical; the ought of our normality or the weight of integrity while
dignity seems to winnow harshly; our invitation to reach our sadness an
undercurrent tugging our humanity: those grounds for warfare or those wants we
never deliver while so rare to analyze our other mirror. I can’t quite pinpoint
the malaise or decipher life’s symbolism where strangers put such hope in
fleetingness. but a night to seriousness but a day to uneasiness while most are
sharing life with a best friend. that certain comfort those general waves or to
flame until it’s figured plainly. our race settling softly our friction nearly
frantic such answers so allusive. our torn souls our delivered minds while
scrabbling over mind-tombs; at heights at moments or needing excitement while
most are susceptible to murky sunshine. but back to this life where skies offer
fashion those dreams in flutters—to chance if but a moment or to die if but
madness or arrive laughing at total flux.
