Wednesday, July 15, 2020

Given One Breath


it first came by mysticism or then medieval esoteria or then Hindu Vedas. I was late at arrival those years dealing at dysfunction while so major to a few principles. a group of thieves abandoned to pains while forced to act according to maxims: a similar motif a similar root where two make eye-contact or fly into defensiveness. such bold luminosity for sorrow does that, it makes a person radiant. such brushwork to fix something broken while too defensive to receive accordingly. but mother was Korea, our language un-meshed, our philosophies breaking rules. I wasn’t free I wasn’t sincere I wasn’t the ideal choice for marriage. so much futurism. or ever so low. while meeting myriads. an inner Mojave a behavioral desert while understanding an exile Right Here In America. (those drums this tribal man so elated so high so manic. but Love couldn’t know me or I couldn’t trust her while characteristics are ubiquitous—the fire blazing the moon at war where something crept—at steep currents in such a flurry as to pass leaving behind ruins. it was never glee it was ever shame while a man sits at sewers.)
it must be true, friction begins at birth, unless parents carry the skies; a plate of gizzards fried while sautéed where it seems too ethnic; such celebrity politics or social economics while a son might be too far unreceived at dungeons or fortune or contradiction—where it appears quite gorgeous it seems to have a galloping circumstance where onlookers fail to discern it’s harder than alchemy. but Love was interested. she wanted to see its personhood. she needed to meet the spirit in the man. our audience goals our bulletin passions or too guilty as not to shy away. a blank stare or dear depression or somewhat a reptilian human.
            I would live our industry I would measure Algiers or come to terms with Africa. I’d try for a bonus or ceramics or sitting while temperature rises. I painted a picture, it seemed so evidential, I kept painting this house aside this tree. Love had a ball. I was falling softly. but of-course there was wine. so found but proven unsteady where a man has certain instincts: they may not fit in, but he keeps his course, while others are acting in cadence. our universal training. it has its reasons. but we lose nuance or individuality, even though, we believe ourselves as such different creatures.    

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