guilt is epoch. revenge is epic. where
evidence is cruel. (our complaints stir screams as we explain or wrangle such
thetic atmosphere. fibers are rough, fabric is itchy where daughters are
unrealized.) the gong has rung, sirens are wailing, or a man is carrying a
whale into a hospital. in dear truth, a man is gathering reasons, he is
relying on his principles. I fathom our women, struggling for unity, or losing
hope in egalitarianism. but I speak experience, those bodies we see, those torches
fraught with water. (but you see magnolias or soft kittens or associations with
chimpanzees.) I push forth sects, but never an absolute, while careful analyses
might locate the poet. as we change by studies, those ferric remedies, where on
a sad day, I wonder if I felt you: by heart or telepathy where many are
listening for words. such discoloration in gardens, such scorched
happenstances, while sulking is too heavy to manage. we learn by acceptance, or
we huddle near abuse, where the culprit is continuing to live. but zeal or
zest, such gazing guts, by acrimony or acrobatics—to exist while it hurts the
story of souls while a whip has become alienation. (our decided stance in a
harsh America where most things contradict our convictions.) a person strives
for culture, another for strength, where most are trying but reserved. some are
protesting. some are ambitious. while others are playing it by ear. but remain
safe. many are doing their part. while prophecy says your life will see joys:
pregnant verses, harmonizing colors, if but to forget slavery was only a hundred
& fifty-five years ago. it seems appropriate in the web of confusion to
assert kindness must be with intuition. (those plush ideals, if but to unhinge
sorrow, while circumspection is a necessity; to maintain suspicion or to reason
while jogging while presently at home most often.) indeed. such common sense.
as it’s forever a reminder. where souls are equipped like jute. such jutted
hostilities, such minor havens, while America is hell to some folks. it becomes
its demarcation, its territories, its absurdities. but know value. respect
boundaries. where caution is our negotiator!
