Saturday, October 3, 2020

Ignore The Mudslide

 

thrown dice as they flip a touch by intuition—so abandoned or polite conversation while forced to suffocate anguish; as turning into perfection our office-faces so deep into it. at deadlock so rough it hurts so baffled it feels sphinxlike. to have so much built upon filth while feeling so proud. it confuses kindness it looks for implantation while its garden is muddy happenstance. so gathered these days all parts are present so heavy into bone marrow; eating briers or sacrificing soil as a soul steady at its missile; such collision such warfare while touching is a mistake. to awaken feeling anxieties to rest feeling malaise or to pardon inside something unresolved—so sickly so arrogant while destroying something is pleasurable. (or lost in love trying to unlock its kernel where one projects a watchword—by trapdoor by flesh machete so casual when they speak. so many ailments as too serious while mankind is faint of heart; to protest too much where it might be sunny but something acts as a cloud a shroud something showing imperfection.) by absence to have become acute or sold to something too horrific. each seed split in divisions so uncured so nonchalant while we’ve learned to hold composure to cement secrets where nothing can quite be uttered. it matters this way, a protected diary, while myriads are suffering. so parched or star-cells such uncouth determination; to ask for mercy or so lost with nothing to depend upon. so much for a few as night keeps calling it’s been darkness for five moons. so exaggerated as we wish it away as long as it never comes to its surface: damn an ulcer or too much stress—just treat me, as telling me, I’m godlike.     

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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...