Sunday, August 23, 2020

Difficult Humans: We Often Bend Nature

 

embedded murals those minds as encased in miracles. so absent at times to insult at times while expecting something kosher. the favors of fools, so graven with detachments, where one finds us difficult. no need in silence or much flying in silence while a crush might see its wings; unmasked or re-masked, it happens in an ungiven second; by cloven scars—where one takes innocence, wherefore, others find us difficult: that delicate space those places we return while seated so determinedly. an unphysical passion, or a mystic word, while so much isn’t necessarily essence: our halo debts, our tasty zeal, where many need more than we advertise. songs are capturing or similar or carrying energy: such mythic pianos such mystic violins or by desire to feel enchanted. such gatherings in there, such negotiations, where adoring others isn’t quite forthcoming. by sublime action or sub-caves soothing or susurrus to find a glimpse so sedated where chemicals root from brains—a tablet in me a curse in music while so many clamp our skies; born rhapsody so much a telic touch where axioms become accentuated. so little to live in one, or such comfort like no other, where minds determine a soul is worthy—out of needs to feel needed, or power to desire safety, or delicate mother/father traumas; dialing chastity the phone is ringing where we sense an interception. to polish our souls or undress emotion hoping for clearer reception.  

 

    

The Sentiment

  The Sentiment    It tends to matter—each pursuing holy armor. It leans into a desire to feel pure, clean, sacred and such. I never underst...