what
is soundness? what tone does it color? what voice does it have?
quarantine
by
challenge!
topcoat
frustration or airdried acrylic or shifts no buffer; atomized darts or basecoat
fears or difficult displeasure; to demand or withdraw while it appears like
addiction to something without identity; our closeups into our innocence to
realize uncertain color deficiency.
It’s
early or maybe more activity our computer or phone faces; natural diplomacy,
reared social skills, bright, terrific eyes; reused templates, easygoing
functionality, a determined disposition; early into our best so late into our
worries while young ones seem more emphatic.
I see silence I desire
excellence I am incomplete. I ignore planets these fields of behavior while I grew
dependent upon innocence. The streets are empty. The town is hollow. The decease
is spreading.
It will become
quarantined or maybe a vaccine something mandatory. We might carry cards to
determine our status.
The mind wanders,
where the soul is indifferent, for it has known sickness.
it seems removed where it’s irritable
those lights are feeling certain fires
we glance as it moves like captured
it seems to have particular needs
it needs to get out while it’s too threatened
the sky is daunted the essence is plural
such postmodern highs just a little a day
silence becomes its sword its prune or ink
we observe dynamics more literature more flame
such as looking further or sighting self
pure originality while no one could see
if not for pain they could become sickness
those remora fish or barracuda strangers
it’s quite saddening the look of it
it
seeps in
it
looks casual
