it’s been tacit nor trusting crescendos, many stars falling. mysterious lakes silent moodiness where no one is budging. a crystal of a swan, a glass table, about knee high. those un-imposed limits, as to sit through behaviors, if to ask for much unearned sacrifice. I heard a cliché. it wasn’t true. I didn’t argue. so much mud such weary weather while most do as they damn well please! a cave in recession an art unqualified or a critique from a novice. so decent by composure. so indifferent concerning ignorance. where most are playing a sullen violin. the mountain has briers, emptiness has tumbleweeds, or marshes have anacondas. to chase a snake while it slithers to wonder of swampy terrain: a watchful alligator a mental caiman or some wild crazed hyena. so much to fret over while innocence is crucified. dinosaur instincts forced into some city where primitive behavior is scorned. those demented men, those hysteria women, where it’s but a scream—to fade into bleakness to have courage where it didn’t compute: those cells such creeks while a mild monkey offers a handshake. I know we choose to listen. we often heard nothing. our worlds are around us. this means much to an ethicist. it intrigues an atheist. it’s like gold to a pastor. different reasons for different feelings, while we care to increase the integrity of existence. if a group rises, where ten advocates for love, if but one is hurting it wrestles the group. so close such music, while many are saying, “We know that!” indeed, to know so much, to do so little, while expecting our slice of pie. a territory inside, a representative at times, but more demanding what society has opted not to give. so much a challenge. it creeps into those worlds. where many are flying in silence. to find reckoning, so clear inside, while a voice might mean more. dusty skies, filthy pools, or a raccoon on a late night. brewing penalties, classifying arts, pointing where it’s necessary—determined by something unqualified.
