there’s appearance or shadows while a
person fills in the blanks. where two misdirect values, or expectations become
concrete facts, while insights are foggy. I dare to brooch the topic. I shall
become an outcast. while it never seems appropriate. (Love is peeved a bit
angry where one demands something another person can’t give.) principles shift.
honesty is limited. while a false foundation often becomes a legitimate
platform. (we sort of die with it. while needing an image we haven’t depicted.)
behavior becomes syllables. we find ourselves looking for the accents. while
often debating critical churns. (I respond gently while an elephant plays piano
where one is disgusted with dynamics. I want to retreat, for rationality has
pawned its ghosts, but I listen instead: such gray currents such indirect
antipathy, for one assessed, got too close, or missed the beauty.) we ask for
diplomacy. we want to be loved. but we act in a fashion that necessitates
submission. (what use is honesty? it must liberate. or more often, it causes a
grudge. so, we prefer niceties, even when faced by aggression, even if it
increases over time.) I tell a secret: the person was too vicious, every waking
fragment, where negative seemed too repulsive. to need grace, while feeling
nauseous, where the person was excited dearly. it seemed disgusting. where to
see it is too trek backwards. it’s sheer anxiety or distrust where the other
person is shocked by one’s behavior. to be on point. to analyze movement,
intonation, attitude, or disposition. the life is cruel, but one seems
disgusted and privileged, if but to invoke such uneasiness. we ask for
engagement. we need that murk be ignored. we demand acceptance. the breed of
souls those ways we deem normal where cheetahs stray from lions. our competing
dynasties. where one must deal with walls. or occasion self for dear
resistance. (but it becomes its fruit. it renders what’s invested. it laughs or
cries, where that takes precedence.) something might be gray. but such is fact,
we hold our understanding, we yield if convinced, but we must see it clearly.
