Thursday, June 3, 2021

Pictureless Jurors

 

I pet a wolf inside, a righthand cobra, sure sweet venom. I hunt soil haunted by sour candy, laughing with a Witness. increased in fury, lines on tables, a bit influenced by liquor. too resistant too existential while too cynical. gossip by a building, recital at 3, I shall not make it.

 

                                                                        a few smiles last week, a few minutes with freedom last month, a barrow of fires this day. trying healing looking pictureless at serious concerns. to will behavior, solitary rites, while most sense deep audacity. like a marathon to get free, like a miracle to make it back, once minds have slid off a cliff.

 

                                                                        by packs of wolverines seated in a shack speaking by a submarine. be it sound or silence, looking drastic, situated against deaths.

 

                                                                        if mental we cringe if physical we suffer if spiritual we wait too long. a damaged outlook, a poem recooked, an unreachable padlock. racing through woods associated with losing or a few winning and losing sight. the world is slow motion, a few radicalized, at perils by inner mirrors.

 

                                                                        an eagle is high. I watch through binoculars. it seems depth becomes freedom. but it can’t be said, albeit, we think it, but many police the dam. to coach a feeling, to remain silent, to act in accordance – fire as smothering or flames as sweltering with wings snapped at mid-exosphere. toppling fast, flipping like pigeons, crashing brains first. to read his diary, as splattered upon earth, his spirit reaches out with one last scream.

 

                                                                        I examine disappointments. I exaggerated for purpose. assuredly one would die before hitting earth. but physic eyes or psychology wits at some adventure while knowing it ends soon. forgiveness to self, much a privilege, while so much is on trial.      

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