by twilight we shall heave or symphony or
distress. so nonplus or aria beauty where we see hats but one visits more
often. the mind is the fantast the ego is its reality our screams are so
muffled. it becomes adventure while one is pretending where we calculate
differences. I saw an image an architect or clandestine hostility. so much
firewood to believe in essence where unsteadiness becomes privilege. such rich
dealings such false imagery where most people are looking at the heathen. candy
covered penchants or syrup with liver-works while a moment in time was
manipulation. to lose certain rights. unable to say it was accidental. while
existence becomes premeditated. such rhapsody those veiled antennae where one
can’t connect portals. (to have become yourself, to fit so closely, while
chiseling so neatly.) but people aren’t there. the poet is slow reaching. or we
must unlock what’s been resting! (it gets frightening. dealing with imbalance.
where it’s desperate to cause regression.) to then say it was there. to then
try to label it. or worse, to refute all of a man’s hardwork. but let’s be
civil, or rectitude, if it’s rooted the earthquake shall but rock it back and
forth! (those grapes so luscious such teasing nectar to partake with feelings,
while seated amid those fields, rocking gently upon that gate, where a stray
Retriever approached, sat in stillness, while barking lightly.) those days
getting away. an inrush of beauty. or appreciation for genetics. to rapture in
nature, or split a pomegranate, while granny sat sipping and crocheting:
“You’re a great grandson. You are smart for this. I do see what’s going on.”
those facts we overlook. where influence defines resilience. while there are
certain habits we can’t refute. (I station or watch or am shocked by universalities:
our similar raindrops, our spirit telepathy, or this gallery of cruelties!) as
knowing pain, indeed, we know it hurts, but inflicting willingly those things
that happened to us. the cycle is ubiquitous. from upper echelon to squalor
regions. (most would prefer others squirming.) so forced some are. this caliber
of daisies. while the kittle is in pain.
