Monday, June 22, 2020

Hut In The Streets


it was a mirror. I gazed in by repulsion. something had to change. a man will feel like dung with a woman so cold where people need further abasement. I cup a palm of sand. I look upward. this is where I must return. so abandoned, weary over soil, such to touch a tree. by mental weeders addressed with heaviness while a soul carries boulders. Love was fraught by anguish. she had under a dozen acquaintances. it was a feeling that drives inconsistencies. (by deaths during lights or courage during failures, these define a man.) I was beyond stupid. it was asinine, it was. but something needed its goodness. (we sense unlikely fortunes so conflated while we pass on by.)
            water clashes into rocks. a face is jutted into its miseries. a little boy is screaming at his father. a mother watches, such a clear creature, while configurations never speak to virtue. a man needs what he can’t carry. a woman wants what she can’t give. where good sense asks, “Are not some people happy?”
            I sat on a brick a wall north of me a candle melting softly. such by force if to escape with foreign warriors killing sages: those privileges we eat, those drugs we favor, those bee-hives up on high. it was dear attraction. while some are embellished. where a man will label one as anti-human. she sees thunder. she recaptures senses. she envelopes something I project. such futures by ingredients, or such presence by infatuation, while hope for eternal chains: as it saunters to paradise, or a need to outwit helium, so afloat so studied while we suspect pure literature.
            we sew plants where we watch, there’s majesty in their growth. we knit traits. we alter personalities. in truth, we efface a bit of our providence. a man is destined to endure uncertainty. or a woman’s pride in her look alike. by a pyramid those Egyptian women, where it might not mean union. so, tell it to scrolls, or feel the great rift, but only surrender when it pictures accordingly: those rebuilt engines, or it ignites morality, or it understands by ought or maxim.                   

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