it wasn’t sound as disposed with
healthy outcomes. it was angry it laughed it wasn’t near to clarity.
machines become us so alphabetical
too much to submit.
many would discount magic or
non-science, while crocheting a neater net.
I was pondering, it hit harder,
many elements lined up. bad times or bad rhymes at bad experiences. remapped
like geography or subsumed by existence. by math to hear you by pains to adopt
you so many pleasures for a dying industry.
it might seem powerful as
mini-deciders as clouded or feeling beautiful. assorted or ironed out so ferric
so much fire—a loud man a genetic heart some arc at explosion. I can’t do music
but love music can’t do automaton only autonomy where it doesn’t please most
parties.
a man chases, we never confess it,
a man is on display.
couldn’t please it couldn’t appeal
to it, it was displeased—but it asked, it wanted a response, many hate for a
wrong display; a mile to juggling a jagged edge at problems for displays.
I should ask permission, from each
person, and put together a definition for humanity. would we get along?
would we love politely? if a room is crowded, will all get clarity?
we need what we challenge while we
ask, they keep motion.
some I never required more than a
few minutes. I never pleaded or begged and this was met with irritation. some
put jewels in a blender. they grind precious rubies. they have no one to blame.
an empire a way to respond while too much helium demands a hearing.
we meet many people. some pick up
each person. others wait to discern spirit. many just come to pass by.
this is life at points where discontent
or not, it doesn’t change where reality is dancing. I can’t say it but to say
it, no one is depending on me to become famous.
I notice I need to a degree, where
most try harder, while I fathom a plan in motion.
if I begged for clarity, and it
made some strong, would they give up their strength to see me with clarity?
