Friday, November 20, 2020

Complexity of Manic Matter

 

it seems so ancient those cries in us those engines we oil. to see a pattern some condition while art still loves. thus, a bleeding musical, a furious measurement, a scale after solace. I could raindrop or struggle, I’d prefer become a hermit man. some sick tradition something we must muse while it haunts over a hundred percent of animals. I called my God. I wedged a wager. we wait to see. by malaise its storm where souls become anomalies. “I did it for time. I refused humanity. I acted against consensus.” many gestures aren’t received, or many are unread, but I spoke to a face looking at its floor. I spoke to a psychologist. she knows I try. we marvel a little a silent wave. so much an apricot, dipped in gin, I can’t un-wrestle pain—those violent shivers such raw trembling to have importance in another life. by alchemic races or a little more wine while I’ve never hurt so much. — but we must confess, if to raise a finger, a soul has been its beast; so distressed as discouraged as time tinkles in a can. it was pure summer or winter but it wasn’t spring or autumn. I sat at a computer, writing what seemed an opus, drifting into some face by stillness—such motion such rapture such goodness; to feel like Jesus to feel most holy to believe in its purpose. I bathed in disbelief but I couldn’t disbelieve, it was raw or hectic or possessed; some are aware, an old friend may chuckle, a woman would attest to it was uncertain. could we take its pain? by volume of its circumference—where a man is so much in his direction?     [!]     I would love like silly or courage like graves to sit in bed like undergoing hospice. so lost asking to feel found while most overlook artifacts. something was askew, speaking as if past tense, a man better, but un-whole. I can’t fit there, for time says so, while there is special, so distinct, so put in order.     I left myself where it blurs those happenings while it becomes unsteady—by voice of its eagle by rage of its falcon, where one says, “You can’t claim those experiences!”     [!]     Alaska is cold. those days of darkness. it feels like its soul. frozen rivers inside, forced reality checks, damaged receptors. waterfalls stunned in station as eyes are dry. by tundra or tarot or talent bleeding.     too abstract or so concrete, while I have failed to love forever.    some dear fallacy some dear lie where I wonder if love has its correlation.      eight months of hibernation or years in public where no one was truly there. what has it meant? when would one know? as here, at a second, to claim it?     [!]     such sunflakes as radiance as gorgeous nature. at twelve months of fertility, or three years trying, or a decade feeling something is inappropriate. chainsawing oceans. digging deeper. surrounded by alienation. dippers have travelled, our souls are indistinct, so we call it by our personalities. so born internally, as no one might see, to get lost in one, we will survive!     [?]     I never measured you. I couldn’t see you. it seems strange to feel you. such mystery as related to mind where too much concentration becomes its universe. our Caribbean Moon. our Italian Romances. where something is reignited.     such a moment’s gaze it means so much where one was thinking of dinner. by Sahara winds so close to us or so divested it becomes inversion. to listen inside to become meditative where it wouldn’t matter much.     like an aye-aye watching, I stare from afar, but I will give it to strangeness.     to see a flying squirrel as it lands in some random dirt. such a random creature so aged with time reminiscing on some terrific terror. cameras are flashing its mind is rummaging or her thoughts would isolate us.     [?]     aside a mantis, asking questions, it leaped away. so much to mania, so much to doctors, where in public—we just can’t give it credence. while it arrives, it stands out, it notices a lonely inclination. by a cactus near thickets while souls become unconscious weeds.  

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