into self to ask a fair question: how
to silence the alienation?
those lotic fires those wet walls or doors
by creeks. the blazing blue fragments those fallen memories while time should
heal us. it requires wrenches or pliers or sky-creatures: the famous murders
the fallen goodness the quelled evenness. so purposed to escape so condemned to
endure while such rage gives one his reasons. the wobbly building seated by
deep esteem, occupied by our horrors. if but to rethink or to follow procedures
or adopt necessities.
if
I hate you, I despise self, as a censured interior. but such is falsified or dramatized
while someone is failing: those colors our flag or what one body of evidence
has stimulated—the stemming curse the child’s smile those killing intestines—the
cramps or guts while tiles are covered by vomit. those in me every dear apology
or such to eliminate a feeling of inferiority. thrust by conscience, fretted by
analyses, or reshaped by our deeds. to have introspection as an indebted
introvert where lamps or tables seem to oppose each other. our parents so
devious so determined so systematically destroyed. death as interruption. pain
as the mind’s castle. at such subterranean struggle.
I
used to dishonor presuppositions. I thought they were racist. but I see they
are survival kits. they should not stick, they should be first-base, where evaluation
becomes its compass. so many centuries to have presumptions where, usually, a
mental contradiction, leads to hostilities. (we know each other?) so rare a
person looks at their greatness to determine the possibility of another’s
greatness. we have to steal respect, or suffer organic decay, such hotwired
mechanics.
with
time comes extinction or extant memories while a tale carries our essence. the
substance in me is the substance in you while we do as the Father has taught
us. we feel under-rewarded or underestimated at tunnels picking our directions.
