I phantom
a great shark, those whites in eyes, our courage to utter our goodbyes. such
drastic lullabies ahead of something behind you or captive to something ancient.
our Phoenician roots so close to feral so abandoned to Ethiopia. such wishes or
Tibetan energies while we harvest the wrong dietary. I was six those days. I gave
granny a kitten. it outlived my adolescence. strict ambiance eyes, responding
to sirens, a soul was uncorrected. as rebels dictate loyalties, or women seem
sided, as a man gives, he might not receive. we sense a spark, our dopamine
races, we make our decisions. I was five those months. mommy taught me lessons.
I was adult by twelve. so much observance while girls played seeking in a force
incomplete.
the thesis is the antithesis of
itself. I keep saying it, because it seems deep, every anything depletes itself
– or better, the very utterance denies its authenticity. so coarse on
ourselves. losing innocence, we refute clarity, but does innocence denote
honesty? I would argue, in my training, innocence causes people to lie. never a
head game, it wouldn’t be right, but imagine a perfect person devoid of
innocence. so it aids, it protects itself. it needs to be felt that way. what
might it do in a land accusing it, while it must remain pure? we surmise a
little. if ousted, it might plunge itself. if vetted, it might grow resentments.
Damn those urges and behaviors!
the author has omniscience. this is troublesome.
but writers know a project guides us – unless one takes precautions. but omniscience
is a beast. we can’t discard it. while we have trouble maintaining our habits.
bottom line: one does as selected, one loves as compelled, and we latch on
dependent upon our needs or desperation.
a side bar I suppose. a bit of
anguish as decoded. or a film with French titles.
a collective unconscious. a nice habitual.
or a mean person pointing out – every damn inconsistency. I close with this:
humans are afforded contradictions, even excuses!
