I fret condition,
or sweet kindness, or anything agonizing actively. we try to feel us or to
redeem qualities while it’s hunch or facts. the warm assertion or confined in
books while nuances anger. the mountain in me the hiking in you we’ve stumbled
into a foreign forest. I make assessments. they come by instincts, assembled
via experience. (it used to seem innocuous when comparisons were absent while
contradiction was tucked in a treasury box: those morning jinn(s) or evening
crocheting or the tinkering perceptions. to locate one’s self, was an unlikely
task, for irritation was instrumental: a person becomes something, but not by
choice, not by a conscientious platform. instead, one becomes ripples or
multiplicities or pieces of every hurtful person.) to distress by entrance or to sail serene surprises insofar as determining surreal abstracts: the cage
he’s in, it’s a similar face, while is appears faceless.
the alley cats as they
roam streets, we sense something feral. such as human distinction our whiskers
set to attack, we find displeasure in newness: the strange skies or human
islands at such agreeable loneness. one is suspicious, another is hectic, while
neither unveil their guard: such us or them, such controlling elements, where
to accede is to feel conquered. so, participants resist or gnaw while
distressors are raw: by interior determination or caricature battles as backing
away while advancing. surefire debates or categorical imperatives as souls fretting
each signal.
I flit in order to fly or
scud and slide. such flame near you such dear sacrifice while rarely for a
stranger! linen seems curious walls have binoculars or phones have skills: by
powers in us or souls favored by features, where talents are praised once
witnessed. the circle we have as so meshed into its reality, we unravel just
enough: the need to assert, the protection of personhood, or so much invested
in activity. our railroads our tarmac or mortar by ponds; our tadpoles or
morphing frogs or the Princess and Prince.
