Friday, December 18, 2020

Mind Recesses: An Unloved Anxiety

 

“You must address that. You have to face it. If not, it will remain an issue.”     there’s a lake filled with dimness so dusky too gloomy while behaved.     we say answers but we don’t agree while we lavish some person’s perversions. “You must address that. You have to define for yourself. Something in you works against you.”     the father was absent or the mother was disconcerted or the grandmother was passive.     may gods be at your side. may earth open to you. but you know she speaks clearly.     I met a woman. I have no idea—of tales or beauty or riches; it was emotional or undercurrents while we loathed airs.     “Was she an addict/a sophisticated creature/was she dignified anguish?”     I saw seas or distinctions or years too soon deployed—the fire of its blueness the flame of its sky the animal in its cage or dreams unfurled like Agnus. I heard waves such an Arabic/European blend, as birds watched or horses galloped such sweet stark madness.     “You haven’t answered my question. Something is hesitant. Are you protecting some image—one you need or falsity you desire or pain you refuse to face?”     I don’t need harassment. I’m tired of answers. I saw her, where eventually, I wanted her.     “But why?"     Because I was sick.     “What type of sickness?"     the type that’s inappropriate.     “Has this happened before?”     No!     “What was it about her?”     she was an asshole/a character/filled by self-consciousness—it got into me!

            by scream or storm or winter or weather—to chance skies to dream about miracles or to adore while guilty of neglect.     “How do you deal with fire, or absentness, as some soul against his wishes?”     I sing to self an ancient madness where I become trancelike; the courage of the deer those noisy hoofprints or such lights guiding my steps.     “Would you if possible?”     I don’t feel that.     “What have you felt?”     I have dark currents or anger, for it was never an issue of my safety. I ache inside to prove credibility for one where it never concerned life.     “We mustn’t crescent darkness, we must feel worthy, we must address those recesses?”           

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