it seems radical, those ships skating by, such travesty on land. walk with us inhale our beginnings so long here it becomes silent worries. myriad faces upon fragile fiber where worms wiggle. too little to wrestle too much to ingest while they feed us whales. so much irony a person learns to laugh where they call us demented. much more unstable to see discomfort than to know he bounced back. such furious love, such controlling love, such gaslighting love.
I need
to visit myself it’s been a long hiatus I need to annoy myself. such hours scrolling
such dimensions screaming while a magazine is falling. I need to undue a
feeling or untie an emotion where people depreciate openness. to advise self of
a deep truth, be bothered but be brilliant.
so much grows in age too much boiling to tame it such rage captured one; as leading in deaths such rabid thoughts while confrontation might be brutal. it’s different on our end, it’s natural on our end, but it’s crucial with one’s own: those cultural facts those beliefs where one knows a reflection of self. such chasing where a mirror appears, a soldier might hesitate.
I armchair a vision or pace vigilance where a mind seems ascian—some lacking effervescence some diligent mistake while most are responsible for another’s failings. I pass a vacuum I become an aphorism while essence is chewing into me. too vague. it was made that way. where too much relation spells a terminal classification. so, most are refrained, or restricted, or seeming aloof.
it wanders lately this interior compass as foreseeing based in experience, good sense, or others impetuous states; to sneeze violently or to grab a beer or to look at self a bit concerned. some new dietary some old diary or laced too much to relax. running cameras listening or reading media while life is critical—some chart some fever, as one frank enough to walk away.
