Saturday, April 25, 2020

The Brain Watches

I threw self away. a year later, I returned to pick him up. such debauchery. such unresolved cages. or soil cleaving—it needs to get away. unpleasant honesty. those vases watching. the bed is sandpaper or sawdust or open bottles. maybe too many corkscrews, or too much rubber, our minds lapping up sorrow.                   I reframed my heart. I gave allegiance to ink. I made paper a mistress. we fraternize. we dive deeper into presumed paragraphs. we try harder to please standards.                  it would be reboxed this face that moment to hear joy is alive again. I must interview. happiness is taking resumes. pain is relying upon landmarks.              over hills to gather berries or under shadows to see my face.                        too much thought. or lazy meditation. while many are problem solving. I palmed a sandcastle. I would remember in slithers. I looked or sat on a rusty seesaw.  nearby was a baby. he laughed then cried. his mother was frustrated.          we see it differently: the diapers the availability the hours in multiple directions.
a snail reminded me about issues; it was needle threaded, garment sewn, but insistence tears the seams.               we never count appliances. we never see dressers. we do know more thoughts.
            the mind grows accustomed, quite homogeneous, while I chase against structure.     

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