it
might unhinge me by troublesome chaos while I try never to worry. I hear
silence. or days crowding into nights. or skies searching crevices. as
irreligious/evolved creatures, nor was it of interests, those reports about
towers. we seek a vaccine, some permanent insurance, without side effects.
relationships are sturdy unsteadiness. either at comfort or at insights. where boxes
are filled by desperation.
I
try never to worry.
a
soul is nonchalant. it’s most obvious. while demanding affection.
I
try never to worry.
the
year trampled many—under foot or sanity—trying assertive positivity. many lost
the regime, families under gravel, insides writhing, cringing, so much
intestinal attacks. (Love is a scientist, a leading space invader, a Black
woman.)
we
see ugliness sore morose indifference our world is selfish.
I
try never to worry.
preachers
lose it. it becomes overwhelming. to watch opinion ignored.
it
becomes offensive, as dealing with a creature, uneasy about being
respectful—while demanding one to play sponge absorption.
many
need unevenness or some element where behavior is unchangeable.
I
try never to worry.
a
state is dying—Convid-19 is decimating the people—where they argue against
masks … what have we become!
I
try never to worry, but it seems irreversible, where religious souls are
intuiting signs. the punishment of trespass, such biblic cadence, where many
are rushing their agenda!
