while minds clank voices or rich injustice attempting to appease winds—one sells a scheme, or a bit of indifference, while understanding your cries. by iron shame until it’s convenient where sounds seem to become particles. tables are filled with requests, cloth is dripping into opportunities, a soul is damn near daft to manage expectations. we are climbing a ramp in such traffic where some realities we court violently. such pure attraction such ultra-waves where one would count circuits. so much character so deeply poised such guts, brilliance, or determination; as imagined our souls while lost in voyage, so discreet essence seems impervious; our nightmare our sugary skies too much to comprehend such fierceness. I will spare self in sparing an audience while we know our capacities. so much data so treasured the sight if but too naïve to pull the curtain; if to realize life as this cruel artificer while we often say, “That isn’t reality.”
I palm
a gazania at some flower shop while looking for a gift. I travel inside across
ambiguous roads attempting to see differently. I measure doubt while doubting
facts where one might leave us there. some witness of souls, some interior
hydrant, where spirits seem apropos. a bell sounds at the door, I look in
haste, never such a moment struck by eye contact. I drift into character, such
a first glance, I oblige with a greeting. it becomes relevant in a land of
opportunity where one must outline his needs. we spoke briefly. it was her
husband’s birthday. they made plans to go to Flemings. so much picked up such
brevity of conversation, I left with my imaginings. it was a while home. I arrived
at a gas station. I noticed more so a lady dressed as a lawyer, by chance,
driving a Corvette. we waved softly. I believe such opportunity is quite daring.
her stockings looked expensive, her outfit was in two pieces, her vest
screaming distinction. I removed my mind. I existed the interior kitchen, she finished
with a sassy flare.
