so
much succumbs its needs, its prowess, its unvetted passion; to die forever as
to live one day such light frost upon the leaves. courage would kill him. his
death killed his mother. where we might outlive our children. pavement is
disastrous or determined while late life mimics its ink. so romantic in
thought, while love is required, where to have is to neglect. some wooded area,
some organic agenda, or some shed to bury his images. it seems too simple. this
agony of humans. the precise alienation. to regather ourselves, in hopes of
havens, or to designate a man to fix all woes. our needs for beliefs, our
errors in forgiveness, or our dear expectations. to give with mind, to bereft
art with bodies, or to resurrect with soul—such bundles of memories, as
connecting our watts, as presumed with much credence. by aches in chains or
terrors by mirrors to have relived our histories; such a coarse moon or a
drastic sun where scathing becomes its baptism. to have loved some creature, in
some deep desperation, while feared inside by its conceiving agent; such
miracle in a woman or such protection in our vows while most are asking for
clarity. a father wept, as condemned as culprit, guilty of putting child before
mother. by voiceprint or imprinted codes we identify something we dislike. but
one was diligent, angles were memoirs, it was necessary to manifest a scream.
it stood in agony. it pled for mercy. it begged to start again. but wilderness
spoke, mercy is insufficient, our tales will run into cultural saga. I have
said so little. I will be held accountable. we don’t seem to escape our habits.
fulsome behaviors as meant for others in a world they seep into. inasmuch as
scientists at times shifting to poetry at seconds as it becomes what one needs
to gain victory. but her soul her internal government as such sweet
epistemology; to have essence into soul while shearing ideograms—those symbols
those scarves those masks. to know in one breath, to agonize over realities in
some sense obstinance has claimed an entire family. our years seeming
jeopardized. our futures by commonsense. where many are damned as
examples.
