to
gnash or gnaw through wires become claws—to sing the unsung battle as it’s been
intestinal for forty + years. by maze or raving for helplines some snare a
parent wrought; in tears, and yes, it’s unfathomable to indict the one that
cares; some aged sinning, some forbidden spigot, or some road crossing into
graves. but a gnat to some where it’s existence to others, while we get someone
to arbitrate: some clean vessel, some dependable/impartial person, someone we
might believe in. by virtue we attend to scruples. by honesty we wail our
concerns. and by breakthrough we fall into reaching arms.
I have
felt cursed or bothered or racing against something pre-explained—some preordained
entity, or complex, albeit, loveable irritants—those fingernails those knuckles
those doors so jamb’d by unreasonable decisions.
something’s pre-existent. something
has horseback’d our DNA. but we seem faith-destined if to explain its source.
upon dreamwood or rebuking cotton or
truly analyzing our spines. some sweet message attached to some sweet essence
in beliefs that seem too esoteric. some mystic face, some faceless race, while
curved into a predicament: a handicapped resistance, a nauseated existence,
while some seem quite insistent: a controlling force, a ruling rod, so
comfortable at another’s displeasure.
I have felt distance, as it’s
required, if but to grip our precondition. some pre-analytic property, some
electrifying ghost, or a person with access to our spheres. such existential
gossamer such spider silk while we linger or while we watch. so few
participants. many might exist silently. while some are intrusive.
by aggression we show, or messages
we denote, or spirits we summons. to enter a faceless man as struck by a
faceless omen where two have negotiated. so gaunt at times so threshed
regardless or so subtle it hasn’t registered.
