Sunday, December 27, 2020

Fire Came by Violence

 

such a loose cannon such sins in jazz such a wicked ass saxophone—to stir as it were some pain in its conduit. our jargon is splayed, or duty belongs to Buddhism, our tone belongs to our parents. so much its touch its rush its planet, soul, or unlocking—some key as it entered some lock as it snapped open.     a man spoke clearly     a psych would interpret     they would not slice indifference.     a doctor came by, a scissor was in his wit, he would leave as he came.     a woman spoke to a psychologist, she was forthcoming, the psych said, “I believe you’re alright.”     tears come with joy or radicalizing pain while so indiscernible to a novice.     the novel was leaking, it was wrought by errors, but enthusiasm covered its flaws.     the piano is sullen the violin is benighted the knight is at his horse: such calls to Our Lord, such phoning answered, while we have our Crusades.     a valley of bones a teal-green forgiveness the daughter has rescued her indivisibility.     it has rained for days we have died for years we’re appalled by all the murders.

veins into dialogue such pleasure in a connection while most negotiate demarcations—such pure witnesses while speaking kindly but most are intimidated by their feelings.     so seeming in direction, so synchronized, as hearing, “I was just thinking of you.” such a sinful race such an aesthetic voice while decency is often for ransom; so hypersensitive so hypervigilant when most are ignoring us.     (I saw his consciousness. he played an old viola. where I opted to ignore his essence. a psych in pain a soul in aches, he was interested in vetting what he would see.)     we can’t forget Hinduism, as in private literature, where many philosophies are indebted. the pain we commandeer, the futures we pilfer, or those anxieties we camouflage.     by transgression an entire family where granny stuck to roots—the voodoo of France the Christianity of Europe or the naturality of Africa. such an error by bread its manifestation how it evolved through tongues—as violence for control the penalty of nonchalance or by arrogance to take her soul.       

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