we
share dark miseries such wreaking despair so aglow so dead with such spunk.
looking for an interception, or hunting for a touchdown, at some invisible
arena.
I was
livid inside as needing you to rebuild while trampled for disgraced.
a
photo where we sit a piece for convo while so silent; the fields are nicks or
scrapes or scars and dying. (I dislike cotton.)
as a
mind wafts in spirit so caught in secrets so trapped by whereabouts. those
fingers moving as to sense sleeping where easiness is pain as is difficulty.
souls are certain in essence if but to disappoint. so much an injury so far in
its distance we behave to a point of resentment. but chairs for 7up or tables
for drawing while one has certain determinants.
Are
there coincidences?
this
is an argument as in progress many debate, if life has its design. some
teleology is surmised something bringing encounters, while each new person is a
new hypothetical. as moving minds in some mention where concentration becomes
unmeasured.
with chills or
trembling or disguise. houses on seas islands in living rooms, while despite
closeness, I don’t know you like others do. so unexplained. so much to faith.
while abandoned to trust. it’s too alarming it’s too captive, where we ask
concerning free time. I was a secret inside as if they can’t see but we look
for footage. so skeptical of indictments, or refusing to compute them, while
seeing self is delusional. so gray or too much noise while most are set in one
direction: progress for interior, or process for others, or process for
existence. as moving souls with attention spans where it might shift. fantasies
as realities while most don’t stand an adventure. walls rise if but secluded,
one might adore us!
