it
becomes more fury as agitation, I can’t quite picture it. but I try some uneasiness
some balance in discomfort. a must to live it or become consumed while
gentleness is observed. by science of an introvert by music of a pianist or
contrasts leading into marriages. a piccolo on its table, an academic at her
studies, or more, an ego offended by humility. we could make collages or become
existential with imbalance haunting us. we never quite capture or exhaust or
develop some property inside. but children are running, matchbooks are hidden,
we drop a tear in anticipation — of turquoise scars in turquoise skies where Condition
is always inevitable. we count on it. in absence, we search for it. we push
boulders through forests. my costume is old; my aesthetic is mature; we know
sophistication when seeing it. each person is a column some distinct category
with certain expertise. each person is an orb some atypical or common ingredient
— a given angst a restricted environment an ever-breathing development. I walk tense
by inconsistencies. but I fret disturbance. I expect others to be on point — to
carry responsibility to zero in on accountability, scholasticism has become a
scene. I watch elders, as set-in ways, while existing systematically. a
pragmatic vignette taking monotheistic shape where interior mandates are pastel
or opaque in some giant void. I walk this missive this poem such prose. ideas
change growth happens, if lucky, two are growing in a given direction. so,
essence is disturbed or dungeons are familiar, while we mourn if others are
getting it together: sure welkin faith or ethereal ether where one needs more
tangibility — other than a concept, even more than consensus, something with a
color scheme — a majestic solitude an inner conviction, for those are what
people die for. more than Form, albeit in truth, inner operations are sturdier
than exterior frustrations. to tread forward, to insist on winds. filled with
irritability. those blurry lines our souls inverted while pleading to cease a
given habit.
