I was
going through pictures, many lines in faces, some type genetic twine. pondering
insulation, subtle genealogical traits, or centuries born into subservient pegs.
to float dogwood or sink swiftly, by root or agony or triumph. some are
spoiled, too much for rationality, if to listen at many complaints. but we
tread gently, while most, like self, need training, surrounded by kettledrums—sure
booming sound such debates over feelings, so random with intrigue. in
psychology, personality is part mystery, we assert it only changes with
redundancy—but it’s painful.
we take chalk to boards. we map out
a solution. we grow attached to our logic.
one hassled me over saying, ‘We’. she
wanted no parts in suggestions. I said, alright.
I ‘think’ something got through,
such a huge vile mirror, where minds do satire on themselves. such a hiccup, so
much spitfire, some memorable/static spigot. so arranged to snap, so grown in ‘thinking’
but unaccustomed to universal truths. how do I talk to you? how do I turn to
you? is that option even open?
another murmurs, quite clearly, then
changes topics. we could assume attraction, by way of agitation, like Jen &
Ben on a playground. I beg to differ. it becomes a lonely monopoly, albeit,
many persons are playing.
we must grow familiar with variety,
in a land needing security, while we have a time with controlling our
instincts.
I built a slingshot. I shot a
marble. it hit a wire, fell down, rolled near a dead duck. I buried the
creature, in a shallow grave, I reclaimed my marble.
so subtle this art where nothing
said means exactly what was written. for example, marble is mind where duck is
a human while a slingshot belongs to our darts in darkness. notwithstanding,
oranges are in bloom, I love tangerines, I, too, must tend to my potassium.
so strange where souls travel. so
gray what sunshine means. while I conversed with a sunflower for a half hour. by
atypical hourglasses into tepid discussions, we often complain but we did
nothing to change it. as expecting creatures, selected by happenstance, while a
career is usually deliberate. how to sacrifice our restraints? how to decrease
our labor? while most are stowaways in each crowd.
we end with magenta leaves or cagey
critiques, or mental dismissal.
