we’ve
discarded virtue or arête or even self-monitoring. but I can’t rant or praise
or distinguish based upon looks. our cages are silenced we live for
notification or we perish surrounded by mirrors. so existential or such mad
souls while stubborn souls are ostracized. to entertain by agenda, to accept
perversions, where reality is chained, made taciturn, and forced to eat prerogatives.
I sung soft music I danced sweet cadence I awoke those dormant ideals. to
sacrifice agony or to speak clearly while conversation is an art: to jab or
jive, to play light footedly, these are building blocks. but what is nuance or
differences why have we surrendered? what controls us or demonstrates in us why
are we soulmates? this word, this indecent word, should have many attachments: “our
song is peace, our screams are violent those eyes are most sincere, I die to
smell you I desire to devour lusts, I probe our children.” it takes extensions,
if but to oil skies, if but to assert eternity. we race to lands we suffer life
our minds are Calvinistic. we move fast we need literature while souls
determine the quality of existence. such as human creatures bonded to chemistry
where innocence depends upon experience. (I saw while listening where it was so
astute. I whispered while running to untangle its flute.)
