so
excused but knowingly while pain is silent. our homes carry residue, temblors
explore our bones, we assess uncertainty. or an ideal by persons determined
where most days are joyful; even nothingness as in nothing new, is peaceful
uneasiness. the splendor in receptivity, or something hostile, where children
barely speak. homes become motifs or behavioral where some are suspended. but
we task a journey, to unravel portraits, if but resounding beauty.
it was normal, for it was unexamined,
while it felt like solidarity. a child in his indoctrination. a parent in some
cocoon. those outsiders as inauthentic.
such silence or floorboard creaks
or crickets being nosy.
by illumination as to vet habits
where playing seemed important. our taboo music. our meals so vocal. before
binoculars became intrusive.
but mother a mare such determined
wits while a son possessed a lifeline. (it’s uncanny the need for neediness as
living to soothe by comforts. this is life, by reciprocity, where it’s symbiology:
such comfort in service such needs to live for service or so destroyed by
failing in duty.)
to
be exhausted in another; to live, die, & eat behaviors or systems such soft
elevation. so close it annoys so intrusive it batters with a desire to be all one
admires. such sheer voltage as feeling incomplete with peril so familiar it
stings; by life to have but terror to sweep baggage if it would un-appear. by
indelible mishaps or beauty amidst travesty while we determine our laughter.
it might become inmost direction
where normality is sheer orientation. to demand understanding to dwell in
grayness or so outcasted life becomes perdition. ever graced by nature such as
to one’s lot where society has deemed it doesn’t fit. or to fix self in such a
manner where those slots need those old memories/behaviors.
