Monday, January 4, 2021

Hacking Knapweed

 

by soulsome problems too much toil listening by twain voices — to depend on her to splice in metaphysics so ignored by mirrors. they try language or encourage opulence insomuch as reflecting injustice — for it isn’t us it can’t be features so confused in midnight fusion. the beauty of its battle those rattles hissing so much by spirit-noose. too afar to claim it, too close too much shame while angered — as never by behavior as a positive compass while expecting nondisclosure. 

but back into recesses as a reclusive essence it was war with thought-demons; a state of mind or smelted metals as accursed for existence; those hazel bullets such machinery while most have stolen some instrument — as needed so embodied a cut in his screams — where fire flamed as gutted gears so stripped of science. so hurried, while waiting, anything is better — some lie atop a capstone such pash for ignorance — the blue ship those teal cries as afloat a catch, where he caught himself — as flying higher to come to tears sudden to awaken still dreaming.

 

what brainwork such brainstorming, as to imagine it thought so clearly; a maniac in control where it vitiates “maniac” in a realm scrambling for happiness. to need more to hustle for more such a struggle to feel complete. a pair of feelings as opposite cousins while warring internally. or racing for closure something too close it weeps with us; our mental galaxy our conscientiousness as souls centered in disbelief. rolling passed madness, it looks interesting, we must investigate it: How has it lost touch? Why is it broken? How do I experience it? some bullfight some manicured advice while it came from self. a squalid agenda a dear mistake or abused in a land so inescapable. some trademark something in ruins so treacherous and beautiful. to imagine reception, such deep feelings, while I can’t become that person. the outdoor mind versus secluded minds, where most claim orthodox: such sweetberries, by brains a kitchenette, with memories at a deadlock.

 

at a haystack searching for essence where such is invisible. at a fork deciding directions or feeling desolate. such unreasoned suns such underbelly souls addicted to wildweeds. if taught it might change if one isn’t beyond teaching.       

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