Wednesday, April 22, 2020

Experience Can’t be Explained


I met the doctor, or a portal, some excellence in recreating heartbeats. the fathoms at seas the torch of souls so little by credits to be applauded. a niche in spirits a noetic fling so furious it fires into flamingos. it would strike something arrhythmic or it would implode where a spark was waiting. I was dying in beauty but the source was immediacy or some cadence pitching chayote; the film on replay sudden into entrance while angry as water—this force this charge or clumps of gravel plus an earthquake. there was little doubt, but purpose remained unsaid, while I hear feelings. so soon into a birthday. needing to impress. while this one is beyond our calligraphy. I can’t grasp it. I can’t reenact it. I am left with reality where daughters call it algorithms; such allegories, nay, such airborne talismans, where a man was so low it was religious. this fright in souls this familiar rationalism while something stated plainly: “You have done this deed.” only a madman holds guns when something is obvious while the doctor is an objective-subjectivist. (the battle to see more, or the cadence so polite, where we understand those seconds of well-fever; as it took a treadmill or a deeper risk for a man where he wasn’t liked; they trade out, they come for essence, it was fantastic fury; to die forever, to mis-fathom where islands vanish so close to debris.)   

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