we would gallop to impeachment. we knew it meant nothing. while we thought — that woman died. such inflammatory wiggling such bands on interpretation, we might change lawyers. freedom to be … if of a persuasion … while black men are hung in nakedness. “Did you see that noose? Our president is a supremacist. Our Constitution has frowned.”
we
leave that we sense surreal chaos we might feel pleased.
so deaf to our own. so lethal towards ‘others.’ it becomes harder, as to adore a creature, while pigmentation is screaming. such petals or a whisper while we assess based in dialogue. “I knew you after you spoke. I heard a vignette. you speak with elegance.”
at an old séance, I was vigil, many were seeking therapy. we indulged pain. we sat through emotion. but one was presumed in innocence. raven black hair, a small black bird, a way with crows. such radiant charm, as not to resist, too magnetized to ignore.
a soul becomes an actor. this, we prefer. as most desire entertainment.
some type of charade might summons authenticity, insomuch as an honest response. a man is found guilty, if but for discernment, while most tolerate most things outside of the home.
cascading sentiments or racing vigilance as such to want you. if a trip in light or a measure at deaths where we enter essence. too offended over life. or too fretted over those arenas. while it means nothing more than reality. a nightcap isn’t marriage, or a one-night stand isn’t obligation. we enter knowing our resistance.
I have said little, while ash piles higher, or we pull out old seashells.
