so much healing or
pure simplicity while dying to keep innocence. at human tendencies at Honey Jack
so closed-off into silence. “that’s just such & such. they mean little
harm. you know how it gets.” or so nonaccepted but tolerated while we ask, “who
has given you clearance?” as we celebrate existence or celebrate merits or
ostracize for arbitrariness. so astute for crowds so convinced for celebrity
while they haven’t our interests. a man loves he adores it’s a dear rhapsody. I appear in a coffin I have a ghostly roommate
we get lost in clouds. they close the coffin the ghost disappears I come to an
office. I’m asked difficult questions. I’m reminded of behaviors. something
seems aggressive. such procrastination
such prognosis while it seems edgy. a woman enters, her eyes are soot her
passion is bitten, her veins are snakes. “I know you. you live in backwoods.
these are your ideas.” a screen is sudden. a scream is intonated. faces are
leaping about the surface. I ache in words, I must be accounted for, something is
idle about the ink. paper is raging, it mounts into an image, I see a palm, it
grabs my intentions. “this has been you. those pains. why couldn’t you endure
those travesties—as to live them out, as to bury such pride, if but to the
happiness of others?” I well-up. I grip
paper clips. I separate pages in order of sacrifices. this was me. those over there. this was
the dung I was given! I celebrate as
breaking away but it was ever with me. “so why run. if you couldn’t get away.
why not fight harder?” it was
humiliating. it was pure desecration. I was a daily phoenix. so deliberate were
actions, with no regard, while I was seduced by leeches. suddenly! Theophany arose seated near Humanism while
Capitalization whispered about humility.
I was heart, a feeling or chakras debating where a man appeared in
symphony: “it was hell to hurt you. it meant so much to win. you were on top
for so long. it felt good to destroy innocence. but she wasn’t your angel. I had
to convince you of this. such pain between us. but you weren’t humble. while
she was willing.” the office spun.
faces were slung in misfires. as I was dressed again for baptism.
