the
gravel seems gentle in deep comparison to evidential traumas. to live in aura
to assail light as sunk into some ditch. but feelings into love such channels
for remorse. the tender melody those dark miracles where patience might become
passive. such days are souls such nights are spirits where many need to be
spectacular. our banshees inside such chains rustling while we smile out
concerns. it was nice in its reign it was avenues painted carpet or it was gruesome
to our navigation. such rubbish as some project to write what seeps into
existence. bold calendars such holidays while we assert our independence. so
angry at people, such deep dismissal, while needing those exact people. by
protests as never like others where officials run through those crowds—with sticks
or ram gear or plain violence.
we
shift to something in its incipience something raw something seeming irregular.
if it isn’t in my favor, it isn’t legit, while this mentality is entertained.
we
have desired what we don’t cherish we have needs for more of what we don’t
cherish.
upon
an embrace with reality in her eyes—we saw a tear. so radiant in its pain so
strict in its anguish so human in its misunderstanding.
to
know some feeling to stress some essence with souls gathering for politics.
