Saturday, January 2, 2021

Detachment Shall Grow Familiar

 

certainty needs evaluation, into smoky crowds, by eyes aflame by seas. to feel convicted such shame when it hurts, so free, we do it again. eating poison or fighting to digest poison in a land coughing up poison. so much voltage such in a given creek while conversing with a frog; so unchanging so gifted while too lethal. busy with a wasteland or encouraged by an essay where feuds erupt during daylight surrender! such souring doubts so unveiled where intimate details become media privilege. I was cooking while listening. it seemed quite clear Love was selling a false antique. I purchased three tales, it was lively laughter, we seemed content with our falsehood. too many spells or too disavowed as sudden into disruption. indeed, behaviors, once read, become public domain. I leave such or river a ride while Love is Egyptian. by excellent masks or masquerade to inhale a person; so false in aura so real in bodies to live, love, and disappear that way. I sipped Cognac at a special pace with every sip I felt possessed. it was rising some person while inhabiting some body. I felt its smelt its extraction—when Love approached. such by union or holy studies or bothered by nonpossession. too many truffles so sided while into something undisclosed—those parades those configurations where most are sick sanities. (to look or lock beings so much needing to disgrace protocol.) such aeonian attraction such rising aeipathy where a soul is in a moment, and she frees from obligation; just to hear pain just to taste pain if but to collapse adoring shame. so fuddled we are, so colorless, while dripping in contradiction; so deliberate such a thrill while doctors need one more test. so joyous as sadly. too removed to be involved. Love just jumped on her phone. I reappear, it’s misery season, while most get sedated. by violet sunflower or sunshine spatial while digging into flashbacks. I palm terrycloth—upon a tabletop reminiscing in private. such engineering as it must be in line to have sentience—by basement utensils as metaphor for guts, where most are into influx.         

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    The strength to withstand the winds; a spell as it effects/affects some creature. A sudden moment filled with absolute certainty, so wro...