Wednesday, June 30, 2021

Closets Seem Social

 

maybe it doesn’t change as cycles are familiar where screams are unvocal. maybe predicated on wilderness those cacti those desert tumbleweeds. by force to come inside where mountains never disappear—as instigation is internal, or we know each other, where I use you against you. a man will be silent or he will sign his language like winds chime as night falls. some nightingale some rooster as some daylight might appear in the morning. dusky falls dusty interests or we will deal with each other regardless. so much a clear, filthy rag or a decent hurting soul while it becomes some type of normality. a channel to islands a place on a sofa or another pointless cigar. many sober seconds followed by intoxication, and often a man speaks too much. we deliberately behave we carry ourselves a certain way, it surprises us to be out of character. like trained dolphins or skilled seals or so many elephants in a small section. a man will play the buffoon or he will perform at passing graces or he will be envied, honored and dismissed. a kettle sits in a box alongside a tiny set of spoons, looking has become obsession. a deck of cards watch the room, it becomes some sense of foretelling. a mind might foreshadow, we might never get along, our cultural training prevents us from mingling—aside for happenstance, despite culture, two have the same habits. if I compliment a soul that soul might compliment me, where we are saying the same essence. a lotus in a garden a lady is watching it she mimics its stillness. I may never accept a soul that soul repays in kind, it becomes drums thumping into a man’s character.       

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