a
person is resilient or strong or cursed—at crosswalks looking at mirrors
feeling unsteady. it’s existential in a sense, peering at irrevocable, while
dealing with circumstance. lights are on, our minds know facts, people try to
exchange realities. I was long into illusion, but I held it close, I never
unstrapped my vest. shades were colorful. people were skeptic. but truth (a
cliché) prevailed. roads are shorter we chance an examination we prance like
deer. but animosity is a monster, where ego is a beast, most wrestle a small
person inside. I seesaw higher I feel more misery I smile, take a sip, and get
back to writing. a person will give everything, in order to achieve a goal,
while losing too much before his breakthrough. it was years watching, negotiating
with features, before a waterfall slanted perfection. many will laugh, a Rake
was murdered, set to flame by a similar ambition. so much indifference. people
are taking something precious. not many ache responsibilities. (she feels a
certain way. fire is in its waves. but something is too remote.) city
conundrums shared personalities or taking pleasure in testing one’s resilience.
I fate
to a great riddle, as so involved, where partiality becomes its issue. to
rather die than, or rather kill than, while forced to decide then. some
property in minds or some comfort in brains—these are deeper souls.
I
feel shallow while with depth but it should be something in ought
emotion.
by
penalty for actions or patience in turmoil or hope in a scream. as abased souls
fretting recovery if but such song in our absence. to imagine our imaginings to
discount because it’s soothing or some caricature I call my life. to make
science to receive science unaware science also falls enlove. as a machine in
essence forced into robotic responses where this denotes innocence. or made
metal where others are inquisitive, to become an anomaly.
I
became so sour in an instance it was a quick picture or diamonds rotting in
membranes.
we
can know much, even every light, feeling appalled.
I
don’t require what others require, or need what others plead for, or crave what
life might possess—as in brains, our perceptions, where most are inflexible—we
dishonor to gain, or lie to obtain, while end result is torture—but we’re able
to love.
like
memories distorted or compartments in minds where it was once so delusional. or
lust unexamined where it percolates while pots boil over. those times seated in
faces those faces in intimacy or cages where love might blossom. to have known
capacity to have shared indifference as needing what one can’t produce.
to
forget how we met or properties thereof, while rudiments followed don’t spell
serenity.
but
a seed planted in soil as to water it or watch it closely.
interior
cravings are calling or inherent insecurities are churning, while we navigate
to an extent of our abilities. like wild souls or wilder animals where we never
suspected our tendencies. for many, it takes certain personalities, for others
it takes attentive personalities, and for others it takes lucrative
inheritance.
or a
deliberate person, wrapped in another soul, with intent to cherish their
landscape. dying to make it right, selecting, never by chance, but by an
intense questionnaire—sailing with a rutter or tightening a keel or doing by
power to show absorption.
I
was three generations removed. it was never consumption. while something
old-fashioned lives. some innocence still there, while trampled under
indignities, to realize flattery is winning.
our
ears never tire, our mouths are filled by oil, old rusty bolts are made pliable—to
have reason to believe, as lost it in a jam, while looking back at proven
security.
it
has come to me, in increments, I will never be according to an ideal.
