thieves take control, aggression rules sire, where humility is beaten by hickory. so understanding in myths such captured innocence while it runs into seas. (apathy or pain succinct silence or the drained voice, where time is kicked in its ass.) I wrestle today, essence catches its whale today, while dolphins are tugging at resilience today. the flower is gutted the calmness in fever or cries have broken dungeons. to sense in patience to listen in violence while we need good sense. it doesn’t matter it lives forever while souls paint with tyranny. the man on its edge the woman wandering or the soul with angst so tender its sweet.
I can’t unface you it seems so cruel while it sounds necessary. I can’t ruin you, I never tried, while lack of activity can’t redeem actuality. the cage in its missive the mouth in its palm the parents at their recompense. we get our lots we get our actions we live our failures. by harsh music but raw truth where some want the myths to procreate. so numb or hurt so dismissive or absorbed as we ask for justice while exonerating ourselves. so much a reminder so cushioned with notes while we haven’t corrected those patterns. such dung talkers such soul-fire while most are searching for exemption. so credulous with strangers so hateful with old flames while damaged time into space. you will never forget. you will only persevere. you will out-survive. you will surpass du jour. the gate is guarded, indeed, fenced in, surrounded by a brick wall. the thief is running or leaping or dead or resurrected; as recooked brains to grow stronger where one can’t be reached. such sensitive beings by casualty-antiquity where most are raging into the kingdom; for it suffers violence, it suffers hatred, the violent take it by studies. so small in us so large in them, try an undifferentiated fire.