I
cannot reckon respect by disrespect where the recipient is estranged. If forced,
it cannot be, if passivity, it will not loom, if legacy, we are following
patterns. But how to share power or better how to sweat roses or more, how to
play nicely? It becomes balance in an unbalanced setting or it becomes mirages.
I have terrible feelers or unfiltered
tentacles or a bit on point concerning what we do not address: those lakes in
there or those oceans in pails or extravagant complaints; to need strength to
become equanimity while it is reserved to public life; our un-cornered minds
our liberty through anger, or raffled by silent sufferings. I do admire you, without
the sense of duplicity, while I dislike something that might aid me. (Just
being honest.) Such weeds in hells such growth in
scars to have more while still an adolescent; to rebuild through decades to
become an ancient countenance while weary of becoming some maniac; pure
education, nay, pure pain, nay, something internal must be linked to rightness;
else, those seas those deviants those pathologies; but something is tender,
this desire to utter monster-hood, while many must analyze self desperately;
pure inner dialogue or reasoning through dementia while omens inside are vying
for freedom: by engines, oiled or re-tweaked, but imagine as it becomes
systematic.
