Sunday, July 25, 2021

Blasphemy!

 

things seem shallow, lacking detail, arousing intensity. a strange combination, it has no root, it’s most temporary, most illuminating. I have nothing but something to dress in words—these creatures, entities, they tend to plead, cry, beg for understanding. eyes seem hungry, I could assert lonely, made by courage. three parts. three dungeons. we call out to faith, lasciviousness, more uncertainty. a man was deep literature. we know his type. most things are incorrect. a drawer filled with watches, a silent/alarming ceiling, an old yoga mat—in brains are echoes, I imagine you sing, I make second person personal. facial awakenings. striking beauty. at a point suspicion has become priority. too much to dream of you. too little to dream of you. too much to appear to you. I pine. not much. I don’t know your insanities. like fresh air in morning dew, our bodies naked before awakening. so core its blessing, so pure its reception, it seems we outwit happiness. Blasphemy!

 

I have many with me, faces/voices from years ago pressing into my life. I have psychs, shamans, yogis, mystics, Christians—they arrange a consensus, a round table, I often consult them. I speak a secret, one we never admit, some things might frighten us; to know depth, style, measures of brains; to feel connectivity, in mere habits, to sense a collective germination. one might say, “Blasphemy!”

 

a caring soul is heavy at portal a grandmother trying hard to shelter innocence. once it departs one looks differently one becomes an evolved, uncertain spirit. a feeding is necessary. feeding self. if not, instincts will lead to pain, a grave. we’re more than animals/instincts, we float/fly/fury into our elevation—to live, relive, to die, to breathe, to love, to hold, to define love. what more do you expect? Blasphemy!

 

I met a person. so combative. walls just listened. recorded in remembering, hearing, “Remember,” something obscure causing men to chase for over fifty-years. maybe a few secrets. we might concede. at least a few secrets. Blasphemy!     

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