Friday, May 8, 2020

Untrained: Where Travesty is an Issue!


so unborn in me or unfledged dying in me while Love is a percentile away from me. but a gesture to imagine, compelled reception, so faced by contagious beauty. if but Ebola, we try against chemistry, if but my mind, how do I flee? as assigning the tiara or at carnival excitement while hooked by fantasy. so unnecessary our contention, so plagued by temperament, while our lives have become allegories. our sweet ignorance, as being without knowledge, where this is why we die. such nautical dreams, our souls floating, while we face an epidemic. souls might pass, where we tried so hard, while reigns of control are never surrendered. it feels terrific, to have our voice, where others carry out our measures. but passion was tender, our sexual brooch was livid, while a man wrestles with phantoms. such stamina to sustain life, such pain to renege on life, while most take initiative in a substance. so precarious, such pandemic, plus, a tragic economy. it dies slowly, this internal thought, but what if something takes place: our atlas then fails, a man would be blamed, while miles into isolation. we have garments where sagacity is frowned out while it must be true—those webs we adhere to, our souls facing dilemmas, while most aren’t paying attention. by its gamut in minds, to claim its realism, where one is refuting those premises and caricatures.

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    The strength to withstand the winds; a spell as it effects/affects some creature. A sudden moment filled with absolute certainty, so wro...