the rules change
according to tendency which alarms me. if I will an action, I will
it for others, otherwise, it seems unsteady. many mind-shots, I do confess, a
vat of antiquity. a bit charmed to meet you, you stand out, like a kitten in a
daughter’s arms.
we seek happiness,
but we cloud what it defines, while any joy seems payment for our souls.
I was thinking. I begin
rethinking. I got lost in thinking. a woman appeared as a breeze her intangible
essence, it was so close. we chatted in spirit. I felt like a sober k-9,
wagging his tail, but aloof from human emotion.
sails are up those
feelings linger but reality causes intervention. I imagine you see glee or
beauty captured by a baby’s gaze.
a train crashed.
it was invisible. but casualties swam to surface. a man was pinned even
screaming more anguish for a widow. she watched her existence terrorized her
beauty crumbling her hope raked over coals.
I try to stay on
course but life is scrambling through gusts where particles are blinding me.
like rescue so
emphatic or flashes of good times where a man is riding his carnival. I would
love on a manic spell or a curse with blessings. to wrap minds around it, it
takes contradiction, something we seldom believe in.
signals make us
breathe, anxiety makes us shutter, as miracles make us switch our minds. I was
unleveled at some strange point where another was frightened. I rethought my
position I was silence in angst I was smitten—it could not breathe.
to a soul so low
it unbolts – those seams in deliverance – our job is more faith … we must feel
others in their capacity.
