the complex violin
by shattered pride rift of heritage. our shared collective our peace coordinates
our flame into unknowing. by rattles near shrubberies as creatures bloated with
coals. softer communication. internal separation. as knowing self is losing
self. the mind changing or fires watered sweet smoldering logs. some dynasty
for dying some connection with humans, some have completed the human survey—they
know us they know self-anomalies are research projects—proving our
supposition. cupped by a hand,
too invisible to fingerprint, we need our beliefs made scientific: testable,
repeatable, falsifiable.
assessment says we’re savages. we
must adjust. we must forsake our beliefs. we must assimilate, espouse, become
our newness. it’s better, more civil, more agreeable. two became one, particles
survived, they’re interchangeable. math is sameness, music is different, humans
have become machines. women are keyboards, typing frantically, love is a spoken
language. losing hurts. shunning is defensive. dying is a last resort.
fields are sugar
and musk and rats and weeds. goffers are amuck. stray cats are prowling. we see
as they zip quickly.
Armenia is
delicate. Africa is Asia. Asia is Africa. pain is unkempt, or civilized, or
becoming different by expression. literature is conflicted, too much candor may
prove a downfall. by windstorm or windmill by eager feelings for one European.
before we said before. aside we say now. like rain drips into a new meaning. by
deranged prudence, or fretting closure, or needing a person despite those days.
much a windfall, in a galaxy, as giants debated literature. is philosophy
thriving? is it a white nature? did existentialism open a door? are we invisible?
are backbones too pliable? have I offended with questions? a pertinent inquiry.
as of lately, some
difficult structures. I see unease. I hear unease. I’ve a hard time submitting
to unease. a dear conundrum, for we love life’s souls, but often we distress
each other.
