soft
tender exercises upon a mind adrift made foreign to itself. such a desire for
you, if but Peruvian freedom in you, while I should know wisdom; for nothing
human has but freedoms, where freedom is omni-relational, or as we assert, it
has no limitations. but this is anarchy, where freedom is rebellious, while it
needs to overthrow itself, plus, order as it’s situated. I would chase
calmness, some sort of dying in private, where I rendered a texture known as
freedoms. some kid from urban areas as distraught by political-economics while
some soul preached about socio-political-ownership.
we
censor violence, where it has a location, but we condemn here while we condone
there. it dismays us, as to realize, a terrorist group has been in plain view
for several decades. but those
realities are unseen.
we
say, “America is tolerance.”
we chance electrocution or years
cringing so militant so radical while streaming suicide. a man facing kef or
death but acceptance is everyday homicide. we boycott fathers we censor
fragments while a baby is in need of formula. such a meager existence or
finally accepted where most have a subset of demands. plus, Anger found Love. Love was freedoms. so,
Anger activated Rage. it comes the color it dies in frustration while most
never change.
we seek such excellence, as given
freely, despite a group of distinct behaviors. we need love forever, while we
misfire our acts, in such a voice as to demand freedoms.
it becomes a question, or better a
statement of, “So what!” but it’s heart by matter by par excellence into
roads or valleys by indifference to oceans of blood puddles.
