life
seizes a man by its paintings its vacuums. we meditate while pain is flaring
where we seem intolerant; not by actions so much, or catalyst, but by
attitudinal behaviors. it becomes features or quirks or something unspoken but
screaming. as we study existence its elusive concretes while undergoing some
chemic war. I have memories of a child, it seemed so clear, while life was demonstrating
pure contradiction.
life
is so private so fixated but so fragile. to claim love where such radiates
while uncomfortable with its sequences. the fire of a person those demands or
soft with illumination. such rawness so inert while trudging through marsh or
soil or emotion.
by
deep dread—of everything in life, feeling incomplete. the amore of roses the ice-cold
beer as such things to lighten some returning feeling. but it’s not one person
as it’s not one career or rather it’s some internal signal.
indeed,
such rich science, or so original, while we spend most of our time chasing our
thoughts. such eons in there, such centuries debating, where literature is
flushed by certain activities. our unlit potential our genius souls where such
a man cut off his ear.
our
sunless months our reaching disguises or such life-giving masquerades.
I often wonder of what she hears. where a person is wonderful. while life is by conditions.
we might become gelid or so enlightened whereby we become intolerant.
or frantic signs leading to inertia where we long for satisfaction. or a simplistic life, filled by immediacy, where certain habits are completion. so, more information determines chaos where a dearth of information becomes unidentifiable habits. (Do all humans suffer?)
one questions the question, in a land becoming listless or habitual.
something universal is at us, something spatial, while it remains indicative of living creatures. we investigate something keen, something arriving at our thoughts, Does suffering require an ability to reason?
such an upsurge of thoughts while I sit in doubts where something is disconnected.
is incompleteness promised? this has been our inquiry, where each person might address.
