Friday, September 18, 2020

Humility Is Treacherous

 

we live glass so affronted our homes made of syrup—so sticky such hypocrisy where skies are orange; such burgundy helium so proud to die while giving leeway becomes sickness; the battle in her gut the mountain in her skull if but one opportunity. I heard a notebook it screamed her name I wrote turning purple—those nests those nets this fisherman catching his karma. such tyranny such tension while I set a match to tendencies; a stubborn soul, an angry animal, while it happens by contradictions—the pyramid those palatial shrines while Love just needs a cup of oxygen. I hear the rain the house is wet while a bee whittles some soft place. those safety rules those regulations so gutted so pathetic while slamming a Corona. I met one a brown eyed machine where one by brains can change one’s mood—the fever, Love, the magnet, Heart, if but to live, Wanderlust. We grip adventure we harness a smooth sentence or getting ghost into a fiery night. so thickly her mind so threatened her pain while an entity is holding to what keeps us low! I met another so young those years while lethal; a cold machine a warm heart so sensitive about existence; by existential eggplants those eyes too many tears where a man knows his faults! I imagine humility, not as we tell it, but its actuality—the warfare those bellicose veins or running to mother! such saints in mud or monks in deserts while I missed my calling; it was hellish so strung up, while life was a memory. so captive but engaged while a man praised his prison. sensing Paul or laughing with Barnabas, at some terrific misery. the lower I could go the higher the message while tongues were all around me. a gifted soul, she’s so polite, I see the molasses—the countenance is gunning the mind is terrible the restraint is horrifying!     I hear it ring the telephone whistles the language is curious. such accurate creatures so deliberate to do as we choose & plead for leniency; so much a reality, while to do dirt once more—we were just at this impasse!    

but locks to lamps we try to forgive until we exhaust our doctrine.      

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