harder
to sustain you or easier to tolerate you – as wilder creatures. standing at a
cliff arranged to leap – would you catch me?
can’t
be here again, a soft utterance, nonetheless, days are crucially unspoken.
harsh as it might sound:
another has humbled my spouse.
I
do realize as I have said, we are not interested in truths.
patches of coping or
skills to survive – certain to unlevel me. we can’t ask for much as more than
ability as accustomed to redeeming habits.
I
come across as an ass, for no greater reason, but pointing at behavior.
I would prefer utopia,
as long as I could receive it, while dystopia lingers nearby.
what
would we ask for, if face to face, with sheer omniscience?
I don’t think we want to
know.
I don’t think we meant
to ask.
if so, I don’t think we’re
strong enough to know.
I
hear chatter, so I listen, it’s alarming what we conjure up.
one is dying.
another is cheating.
another is unhappy.
we
give it to our children, if pleased to dote, while we wonder what we’ve
constructed.
one has pain, much as
understood.
another goes deeper,
real trauma.
another is identified by
such essence.
a
soul says so much. it goes a long distance. it hopes against hopelessness. some
count on the hoping. they know it will not change; they’re not working in that
direction; – but they will permit the given haul up mountains.
seeing
it’s not distressed, as presumed it should exist, pure fire to get us there.
honeyed smiles or raw
detachment where it seems unstable.
much
is at your step, many are walking around your shadow, certain beliefs have been
vetoed.
