we
dwell in chaos insomuch as uncertainty by whiffs of more almond bread. cages
are about us, lack of clarity, wrestling myriad messages. most disagree with
measures. most harbor a harbinger. most art is won through trials.
born into lackluster. or reasoning
it should be different. or unconcerned for it hurts to care. it pains so much,
we ignore it, but it’s so close, we must reach it. to live beauty, to have a
wife, to journey with footprints; an adoring feeling, an absent reality, as
dangling in dreams. by impassioned wings ramming through fog so celestial all
is illusion. cologne or perfume. skirt or denims. heels or boots. not as
questions, but more of ukiyoe by study of ikigai so determined to master
meraki.
to know aeipathy something all
consuming some concrete in its abstracts. by a powerful pen a glinting eye or
bulldozing happenstance. to have died a bit to have lived at dams while filled
with alertness, subconsciousness, to become a part of our zeitgeist. so many
intrinsic debates such internal sulfur while anxieties are washed by a gentle
glance. or inherent disbeliefs so furious in science or earth as filled with
kinesics — more social energies.
as a creature of tentacles or
angered concerning disorder or bonded by hopes needing fruition; to live
forever, as an ancient soul, while delusion is chasing castles.
much is unsaid. I take things for
granted. in a world quite favorable to its youth. by strength in silence, by
mystic weariness, or rationalizing something so close. catnip for a kitten,
debates for adults, glee, mischief, or ransom for spirits. where uneasiness
comes, for no mere lightness, otherwise, it might simmer into cosmos. as we
should believe, where we might believe, while displeased by conception. sweet
dreamwood sweeter acquisition in a land offering phantasm — or hardwon cubicles
as mental pillars if to love without qualification.
