Wednesday, May 26, 2021

The Face In The Mirror Is Much The Person

 

dear old self — you were too uncritical too unenlightened and too certain of things uncertain. your screams were too silent, your dreams were too vocal, and your deceit was underdeveloped. enthusiasm shields errors or deaths raise character while some have destroyed you. in avoiding grudges, or not venting hostility, the personality has acquired quirks. I know more about you. I have a trust in you. I seem to settle in our sullenness. (I wish we knew more let unknown.)

            I bought an orange crystal or reappeared an instinct I handed myself leniency.

            discipline comes by practice by study by diligence. we shoo hard inquiry for surface pleasures never claiming full acknowledgement of another human. we set goals for writing but never went deep enough, we shunned too much uneasiness. we never hammy much. it has become what is resisted. we slipped into familiar, unfruitful habits. we laughed expectedly. we put on charades. where others became comfy with an unsuspecting façade. I negotiated with you. I promised something extraordinary. I came through in parts. (we now trust a bit more).

            her face kept changing. it was noticed. until we refaced her entirely.

            skin or eyes or riches; pain or solace or familiarity; sex or drugs or easiness — by flow of oceans by sky-fixture, by experience when inspired.

            I came to conclusions if but to survive, you were displeased with me.

            I no longer hassle over bodies, their texture, their location. at incipience, there was great impugning, tremendous grief. what we need can’t be given. what we write is far too upfront. and what we want is debated sorely.

            dear old self — I never outlooked you I merely revamped you, while I understand your perspective: an unfinished notebook, or a reread magazine, where most cravings are cosmic.       

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