some
things are not uttered: the resonance, the turquoise winter, or centeredness
seeking itself. I was reluctant to see it, those indicative deserts, putting
much ado on titles. but humans are similar,
there
are but several personalities, while we determine various norms for various
classifications. the outstanding winds face the inferior fires with arbitrators
ranking authenticity. a man might not get it, until well into his prime, where
he understands he has always been a legend. (if to box out
one,
in turn we box out others, where some might take offense.) I never admired it. it
seemed fulsome from its onset. it demanded utter emotion. it clung while
violent it didn’t respect
boundaries
as it made up its own legislation. but one might ask, if rightly so, are there
different classifications? the answer is yes, but in essence, behavior remains
the same. (I realize something,
something
quite astute, we cannot give what we cannot receive. so, I can’t acquit you,
despite evidence, if you will not acquit me.) so destined to grow that way,
while we exchange hats, where
a
wise son says, “Aren’t you the overseer?”
it was sighted in its incipience those old country values. but the son
was reluctant. something was askew. where winds aren’t even loyal to
themselves.
such pain in this, the reality of the human, while pleading to stop something
that wills itself. our minds upon rudiments. or our bodies reaching. where one
is most imbalanced. I came
home
manic. it was gasping for engagement. so, I was introduced to a lady. in three
years, our face-to-face discussions, and I cannot, for the soul in me, remember
her features. this absent
woman,
this nobody to assess woman, with so little to offer life. it seems harsh.
while one was coming. where the son was complaisant. so swift into battle. she
knew for deaths. while power
assessed
something peculiar: the mental wave, its irritation, or the way it ignores what
it sees! as mentioned above, the dark reality (despite evidence), we don’t give
what isn’t given first. it’s
bigger
than a complement. where if you need it, I’ll deprive you of it. (it’s grand in
its planisphere. the aches through behavior. even the attack for it becomes a
spirit.)
