you
can be good. you can hate evil. as it arises in your members. you can hate
cheaters or feel determined until you become unfaithful. we can pass judgment,
from our pedestals, while fighting a falling feeling. so much idealism so much
an ethic some ethos some camera! you can despise abusers, even advocate
for justice, until you see abuse in your members. a particle of truth, if fought against
desperately, it becomes parts of our behaviors. a man is super holy, or super
wicked, one will yearn in an opposite direction. so gathered inside, they
wonder about casual, where they say we lack conviction. some predicament, some
unruly person, where we act against our standards. it’s exhausted. we can’t say
much more. we need more than religiosity. some predicament some conundrum while
we look at ourselves. another truth, another pain, we let ourselves off the
hook. or dear depression dear desolation such a desert listening to desires. a
woman knows, she sees he’s a villain, she yearns for him. a man knows, he sees
she’s loose, he needs to experience her. a black man is an advocate. he loves
his culture. but he needs a chance—to dine to experience to touch, taste, or
torture himself. a professor feels unethical, he’s fifty years of age, but the
student is so mesmerized. they love like winning. they efface the obvious. they
chance rebukes. it seems right to be wrong. or it hurts to do rightness. while
wrongness seems to drag us down. we step into a zone, where some haven’t a
conscience, while anything can be explained—as to self as to others as to some
God we each recognize. a nun is in sin. she negotiates. she has a
super-conscience. it leaks or aches it’s lethal—akin to sickness so
mis-measured a psychologist might say she’s in a dangerous space. a white
woman, trained to disregard blackness, but by resistance she succumbs to
excitement. or something bolder, a sophisticated woman, as attracted to rugged
brutes. by anger to meet anger, by timidity to meet humbleness, by opposites to
find a level of uncertainty. a preacher believes in human goodness. but his
congregation hurts each other—where kids are screaming from nightmares. he
hears it daily. he’s charged by excuses. he leaves the church. a black woman,
as despising racism—his family used to own slaves!
