Wednesday, September 16, 2020

Rivers Are Baptizing Innocence, Innocence Is Suffocating!

 

when calamity hits, we flee to Nigeria, while exiled from ourselves. the lands are orange/saffron such spinning or losing where it keeps at us. so many ghosts such bipolarity such wrenching agonies—those depressive elements those deep muddy mayflies while able to flee, fly, or set aflame. our interior our furniture while one is dying: so close so much our rainbow as never to escape our freedom; to toss a flag or a white shirt to realize we can’t surrender—those spaces as infant dreams to watch a child wiggling: the xylophone the saxophone our guts on redial: our heaven, what is may be, or screams echoing through faces. a doctor’s smile a worker’s misery where one made a breakthrough; so close to death, those last seconds, to look up into a room filled we adoration—pure love as never defecting to cringe the ghost as it rises! those spaces into an elephant while answers are too irrelevant; to damn genetics to feel instinctively while I couldn’t reread what the ghost may see! as falling backwards to fall forwards but ever so much falling—the pendulum the curse while it opens doors—to ingest esoteria or to remain concrete where something is in communication: upon a soft napkin, scribbling your name, where a passerby was a nurse; she looked, touched in a gaze, so gentle her walkaway! so much a scream such a social knife while most are so narrow; our concerns our lives our daily hush hush! our vitamins our cries while our world is softer silence. as banished souls, or received into dungeons while trying as never to become hopeless; such apathy such rain where curses come in droves. a kite meant so much a tractor is so heavy we don’t acknowledge the way we alter the universe. (so much strength in you, while many never understand, I’m not trying, I just must be! so terrible the light so wretched the anxiety or so pure the devastation.) as nervous for essence, or worried about writing reality, as creatures so forced into psychology: the dear vase, those dear aches, while losing body weight; so dear in me so lost to me so determined in something one hasn’t fathomed.     

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    The strength to withstand the winds; a spell as it effects/affects some creature. A sudden moment filled with absolute certainty, so wro...