Friday, May 22, 2020

Where Perspective Is Concrete, Because It Seems Safe


when screams go haywire or topple into sadness as delivery seems impossible. by outages or clairvoyance so filled with tomorrow. our lotus destination or distressed watts so fretted such vomit. such melodrama where we opt-out or strew seeds without tillage. sidereal claims or at voiceprints while we swear kinship. that scoundrel to dare challenge where mother would never lie. we feel different in the pool of genetics while some are not qualified. by wrangling filth where nothing is vetted wherefore it all seems inauthentic. time or hassles fences or gates while I take the hint. the pensive songbird. the distant stranger. where we’ll do well, in spite of life. our fulgent wound. such disturbed logic. it gets easier. the secret is internal. it becomes perception. by saint-knit eyes or weighed down shoulders where it seems sufficient: to invite into worlds, where it’s never more, in fact, it becomes only what I have: such deep pressures, such inconsistencies, where most are trained in/by dishonesty. one should fall out roll around and beg for inheritance: just to be told nothing, just to prove wrongness, while people would stop, stare, or say, “Poor child!.” it becomes its travesty. it seems like shadows. while one must wonder about our predicament. it’s an easy thing. it’s my boldness. while it becomes my internalization. the gravity we carry. the kernels we disregard. where simple bloodwork might set us free. either/or, while pills don’t work, or no one has an agenda, while we never know what others are thinking. one would caution pain, for sorrow needs a child, while we must put misery aside. our plausible excuses, or to speak the infraction, seduced into relations. not much to utter. not much to redeem. one is just stuck.     

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