Saturday, May 30, 2020

It Seems As But A Glimpse


the pools stir those leaves creak the soil is chains or restrictions or chaos. others must be me or I am them into detention’s eyes. curfew for adults or Coronavirus for allegiance where music is failing its commission. budding softly such gusts into windows or mythic magic becoming excellence. by black rivers our curdling intestines at chestnut wilderness: the fox giggling those sneaky snakes or the gifts of our paradox. so distressed these days it feels so familiar where wild monsters gnaw our flesh. such media those souls so alive while adrenaline is passion. intonation or subtle cues while the canine is responding to the master. an old motif an endless maze where millions are a bit indifferent: neither way, nothing there, as back to such intimate depression. our lost angers our forfeited sheep while Armageddon wouldn’t change next year’s events. for it cycles. life is heaviness. the violins are churning clouds. by caprice while frustrated where officers have such a war to vacuum. our first perception those quick judgments or latent suppositions. those worries those concerns while most people argue more than listen. we have beliefs. they determine behavior. while we assert — “Not everyone is guilty.” such feelings absconding with pains or experience or terrors. such bold protests or movement marches where millions still portrait “Solidarity.” our mandolins into atmospheres our neo-privileges where people are convinced the scrolls are authentic. such elasticity or bendable plastic while one person can’t rid us of our faith nor pride. it was well with reality to kneel into insanity but we rise into relationality. those old fables. these hectic standards. while most are so held back by disappointment. in myriad rooms we listen to Cornel West made more concerned than before. such power is voices, such children concerned while believing in guardians. by thimble we presume or trails to kingdoms while the poet is restricted. the veranda is now the park. the patio is now the beach. people are faced with their thoughts. cupboards are sullenness. credenzas are memories. or graves seem closer!      

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