so
sane by contradiction, so despondent in misery, or watched like specimen. so
much contention or sheer hunch while one demands to be realized. “You will not
ban me. You will not treat me with disinterests. You will notice my worth.”
by
terrible conscienceness or peak awareness while dying is often a reality.
by eraser we efface our dry ink. by rage we pursue happiness. where it’s found certain sullenness. those mistakes insomuch as watched insomuch as discovered. to unlive or design by face or aura or paradox; where humanity depends upon acknowledgement—the table must be perceived, in fact, perception determines existence. so, a man is alive, he travels in crowds, he is unperceived, so much that, he is denied existence.
so
much depends upon us, in wilderness or open fields, either involved or detached
or both; such shifts in consciousness, such demands for our humanity, where
privilege determines acceptance.
I don’t claim too many attachments—nonetheless, I live attachments. some category in us. some false attempt at control in us. while certain behaviors are too honest to avoid. as by song in gestures, or melancholy seeping by confidence, or societal/behavioral plagiarism. so many wings as they flap frantically as clashing against winds; to soar with eagles or hawks or falcons, in such an attempt, to outwit determined identity;
such
harsh negligence, or callous alienation, while most are abandoned to
perception—so dependent upon resources.
by fierce stubbornness or subtle aggressiveness while I must tamper with internal sharks—I must unlock those sleeping wolves—I must be a predicament! for in darkness, such a kiss by skies, I must be remembered.
such empty noises by chatter if to sense it has no location. or a crush as kept silent while mind-matter penetrates ambition. our metaphysics such nonsense while it gives life; while a man broke sanity as hospitalized but to find location in reading nonsense: poetry, prose, or meta-science!
“I must redeem self, at every entrance, for I have destroyed/ruined so much.”
excellence becomes by ethos, as learning customs, if to master them is to be accepted; such understanding, while even positivity is pathology, where we find nothing is free of its errors; so blind this way, but something is being asserted, while non-intrusive behavior is often frowned upon.
so,
we cry at innocence, we anger at injustice, where most grounded people feel
ambivalent. such tender assertions or interior projections while deep
securities are often a sign fearing uncertainty; pure destruction, while many
prefer chaos, where structure has proven unstable.
I understand hostility or irritability but systematics alarm me; they are persistent upon themselves, they are reassured by an internal judge, the jury consists of plush emotion; or deep behavioral plagiarism, where individuality of sight is forfeited, while design is purely by consensus; it becomes ignoring facts
in a
hope to authenticating customs, where we give more to stereotypes than
evidence.
