Saturday, July 10, 2021

Customs Only Divide Us: Most Just Endure

 

miles to the finish line, adorned in mercy, rebaptized, spaced out, screaming at silence. I thought about you, the snail in us, or the turtle making it first. sad sunshine at stressors a tear more dejected than unthought souls. an axe an anchor or anger, soft passion, allergic to voices. it surprises me, this meant to die status, with so much brevity in-between.

I saw self a bit surprised a face caped in darkness, an aura shedding grayness.

at a cedarchest rummaging through antiques, mother seated in a high chair. her dimples are endearing her giggle is laughter her arc has much to sift out. so siphoned of joy so distant from happiness, so prized by anguish; our human situation our pleasures in souls, at bricks spraying graffiti.

one might imagine, simply from needs, another is slow to reach their agenda.

eggs for breakfast a few links, proper hash browns. reminiscing, trying at science, one might be anti-social. he has a reason. majority can’t see it. if confessed, it becomes anomaly. some do better alone, or with a few, if we could examine the suggestion.

on to major times looking at faces so disappointed in our officials. many take an oath, they seem noble, we must check on progress. patients slip through crevices, unidentified, or something for research. I was un-nice I was provoked, how in God are we innocent? (something I’ve learned, at every disgrace, people decide how one should react.) how amazing! one kills innocence. deciding on a reasonable reply. much like a parent killing a child—as aging lately—to determine the child must tend to, and dance for them. I sound unsound. many depend of keeping harmony. once one sees it’s in his best interest.

can’t explain it as it’s felt, a mind of feelers, fragments, visions and violence. running amuck. knowing real secrets. dying and thus attacking society. morose poverty interior slumming so heavy in another’s valley. a pocket filled with softballs a body filled with cleansers or greens rinsed in vinegar; at backboards listening closer, they leap to point out a negative. we need to escape it, as if it’s winning, at a tub eating identity. searching to dislodge sudden to hate, where two people can’t stand extensions. culturally, I ask gently, which groups cleave to hatred, or is it all of us?          

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