I was
a stomach ache addressed by maelstrom, menaced by misfortune. we don’t
communicate often, we are Asiatic recluses, we sit in community debating
alienation, a crown floats by. an inner court slams its gavel – a ruling is
set. so much evilness. so many opalescent eyes. our gates our fates our raking
leaves. I have a bag of berries aside a totem pole, I have blueprints. are they
cogent, sturdy, or full proof – able to withstand falsification, or does it
matter? so tempestuous, so stormy,
such a mudslide; as furious believers, un-sanctioning our habits, such aloofness
seems evolutionary. but people of color, while we learn to love, we seem under
a spell; some narcissistic template while engaged partly, insomuch as, we seem
to have similar temperaments – aside from essence, or splayed by essence, it
becomes a segment in action, but underpinning reality in subconsciousness. an
energy underworld as attracted at moments or repulsed for a strange reason.
an inner house an inrush of iridescence
so confused so much to confined. spawning where unsettled while naked upon
social swords. untimely deaths or slower justice as souls become conscientious
objectors.
next to a sleepershark a bit weary
where some become fierce.
by condition to unveil or
years rummaging subconscious at a table filled by terrycloth. as creatures
watching each other, or contenders vying with each other, or professors
training pupils. to enter society, where no one knows the beauty, becoming
faced with angry indifference. so much training or so little time, while a
culprit unsettles harmony. too much to live through, much more to give, while
we think of tattooing resumes to our faces. or a Spa overtaken, a family in
essence, by un-fate to lose lifeblood. or a man screaming for BREATH where
viciousness ignores mental signals.
so easy to apologize, so much more
to feel regret, while death becomes monumental.
an Atacama Desert a place inside
while many claim extrovert – roaming cities trimming hedges or planting sociality.
as individualized humanitarians, coming into a sphere, where beauty spreads its
pollen.
we say so little while analyzing core facts while the message comes in pieces.
