The Animal Is Predetermined

we lose perspective as sights blur so disconnected from our insecurities. such a lost seed such begging to feel freedom while such a prisoner of habits. the battle’s anxiety those cute remarks while so thrilled to become a victim. indeed, it gets harsh it gnashes it gushes while I attack gnats; so bathed in manure such lies as benefits while needing perfection or pristine acceptance. such filthy days so abused by mirrors such crying or raging as to repeat self-decay. we speak too much or too clearly while life is pleading for participation.     I asked for roses I was given ferns or bloody daisies the absence of logic those realms as devastated while laughing into a frenzy of tears—curled in a corner scratching scabs or sudden into giggling like maniacs; so future those days such pain in passion while control is deeper than we acknowledge!     a sworn war as years take place where we bring so much of those people. the alley person, or the black-tie woman at depth in life so insecure; the career person such delicate interaction or a soft liaison. by married vows carrying myriads at determination something different.     some so secure so welcomed so circumspective; to live in a shadow where rules are regulation while such pain isn’t intensified. but a soul in flight but havens in brains while we notice a correct passage; but many to miseries or problems while manipulation is high on our charts.