iron
clanks like water splashes like humans’ disgrace principles. tables vibrate the
pen is critical those books just fell. the death in us the feud in me while it
comes for the strong; a smock or slippers a cell like cringing a bail like its
song; as souls dear with love or passion as it wanes where a thinker wonders—of
miracles or distastes while one is illogical; those beliefs we invest those
days we misunderstand or sheer chemistry as it was never fluent; the body’s
mechanics the ape’s madness where sexuality is commodity. I passed a cafeteria. I saw extraordinary!
I decided to test my insecurity. if
but pleasing antennas or engines revved by gold in such a society where sacredness
becomes a joke. but here’s a
question, for an irreligious person, why do men need religiosity? so carking such innocence where the
argument lands on control. but here’s
a question, in a fragile world, why do we need something certain? I mull over that, as souls frightened of
probability, where most qualifications are for vatic surety. for example, a man
meets a woman, they have chemistry, where she demands a confirmation; she needs
him to suggest, or to ascertain to, something akin to longevity. or a man
needing clarity in an obscure world, where most are just appearing. a bit of a tangent, while we desire
beauty, if but to become someone’s existence—our minds jingling, our jagged
edges flatting, or such pledges wrapped in romantic fervor. to adore gazanias,
such sweet richness in herbs, or picturesque inflation; as all senses satiated
as needing our guts with little to live for, otherwise! the database is shocking. it seems so
casual. where elders are watching in disbelief. some are at war such desperation for all
they ever stood for: our rites in essence, our close friends, while some people
become inseams.
