pure
individuality or alienation or predictable loneliness. untold treason or
shadows this grave such sweet abomination. to need you as to augment my life
while my loyalty is to me. by deathless expectations by existential ontology at
such distance from daughters. a woman wrote it: she wants to become a man, make
herself pregnant, and give birth to herself. this is deep thought, but what
does it say, it speaks to the disconnection we share. by false prescience I sought
by strict awkwardness I embarrassed or by darkness I was inept to speak
plainly. so much is missing. our culture has an address. but we can’t adorn the
message. we quibble too much, where humanity sees skin, while this dictates our
repeatable mistakes. but damn to lights or more to fawning while we need such
reassurance. to think about strength, to proffer power, with deep need for
interest rates. so much an upsurge so much our indebtedness while I have little
to manipulate. we hear it opens this place in psyches where many fabricate
chemistry to locate self; but cloudy futures, albeit, I speak of liquor, but
this is a terrible habit: anything that necessitates is a burden, while some obligations
are life giving. such opaque delusions, to pick up brain-waves, where it was
merely a gesture. our symbols our symphonies our dramatic, complicated
mind-freedom!
