Friday, September 25, 2020

Some Stages Are For Mere Pain

 

we trek by mud or by canyon such social stuntmen. the wire is inside those agonies are rashes while a daughter plays viola.

I try such beliefs or sympathies while failing to conjure a clear symbol. it seems easy in a world of games so many are anti-decency. I was an infant buoyant in a tub with mother making noises. I was adolescent in emotion or callous in response where it seemed unstable. but a man or a mouse or something distinguished by darkness.

such tightwires such juggling such interior definition. too much for love while snatched from sentiments where healthy means living out each moment.

so much a new circle. we chance our horizon. while it feels like cadence. such morosity or anxiety such social dependencies; daredevil antics or rehearsing a play as characters become human enactments. so much a stage so much a curse as souls spin into globes. I would admire or hassle or feel so detached. I would fret you or damn you while desiring your affection. such a young man. I could have spoken. while rejection seemed important.

is it true, this ropedancing love, is it truly a number flame?

such arabesque balance such acrobatic flipping while we adore our carnivals. so designed to love each other, unless aberrant or frustrated, where dying for you isn’t an option. by hair-raising pains, by eyes too focused, while one slid a false ace. so much to need a person if but to feel resurrection while he loved or she floundered.

            I failed so often, it became rehearsal, while America seems disjunct.

so many hiccups such raw silence as seated writhing internally. those radiant pains such obvious anguish, where, albeit, it’s seen, one just wants to hump!

it became absence as to stir curiosity—it was never full on presence. so ridiculous of souls to honor souls while hating self. so surly or desperate as for freedom; by welts or lashes so much an unnovel ideal.

I would admire a person to locate a feeling in persons while ignoring the deficit in persons. it seems anti-reasonable, to sense a person’s damage, while trying to use that person. it isn’t human. it kills humanity. where one argues the needs of intervention.      

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