Wednesday, March 17, 2021

Too Much Behavior: Ideas Disbelieve Ideas

 

I spin suspended in webs. I trek mental pavement. I believe against disbelief.     so many at doors many more knocking an entrance is closing.

            moods as in skies while it falls at leisure.

            we know cliches. we know our limits. we push beyond tolerance.     such gobbledygook such palms faced up such nails in coffins.

            it has drained. I know what people feel. we hear it at times. “I can’t give more. I have run out of patience. The end has come.”     such cold winds assumed as spirits where essence seems inflexible. by its underbelly, like bullfighters, up against a gila monster.     “Days are interchangeable, they change each other, they look similar.”     life is indefinable as we chase definitions, such assurance in convictions.

            I spin suspended in webs, reanalyzed, trying to forget last assessments. we fail to assert it, we teeter between facts, we know ourselves – such as we exist a bit selfishly.     much is unsaid as I light a cigar or look at something beautiful deadly. while it passes such inclination, I remember capacity. such a word, as in measurement, we never fully confront walls – anger will pass by!

            there is a cycle between what we possess versus what we need to add.

            I trek mental pavement, looking at murals, wondering has life tattooed its mirage. to be exact, have I decided against facts, in honor of condoning alienation?

            I have a better question, concerning vagueness, can a person love more than two intimately? we know its answer, it breaks gravel, we know its answer is yes. we are perpendicular/linear creatures. we possess capacity. we are able to deceive our nature/essence.

            I was given a diary. it belonged to mother. I saw her complexity. by love of one cherished we hold tightly, where pain is brought on what we feel to need. a little complicated. a grand canyon. a raven’s darkness, a phoenix fire.

            I spin suspended in webs as listening to experience as it fights against ideals. so much to people, a lake of jewels, unpainted cathedrals. so close in debt, such between buildings, with rain toppling hats. or craving excellence, feeling imperfect, so much attached to conscienceness.

                                                            (I have a problem.) I try to believe, as against disbelief, but mud shadows perception. dryness touches savannah, moisture touches gas, raw metal touches machinery. I want to hear. I need less in me. where thoughts are clouded. such nebulous debates. if to unrelate behavior. while nothing quite dislodges discomfort. beginners have fun, they never ask questions, one aged has seen too much. aside a sunbird, sweltering from heat, determined to unsee something unsaid or renegotiate an inconsistency. such smiles in fomentation. it laughs like healthy. its purpose is chaos. we speak to stronger, or weaker, while it seems better to borrow.

            I spin suspended in webs. I trek mental pavement. I believe against disbelief.     

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