Wednesday, July 21, 2021

Inside Our Confession Booth

 

fighting for good times in good regions making good beliefs.

 

days shadowed by color, walking color, abandoned, unsatisfied by color. many digging into airs by stealth to push away from color.

 

most torrid cries palms filled with earth, inking into life, or asking jacinth eyes.

 

like dying was illegal, many getting pieces of death, it becomes like getting fried.

 

years draw thunder, drums make tension, we might ask to grow stronger—as feeling little by heart, most by brains, a decent response at a distance.

 

Love was reaching for status. it becomes necessary. palming a field of ambitions; each black sky each deep cut as social creatures dying at some hut. luxury of damages, fury in directness, many will wonder why it happened

 

—they won’t have a sign, nor a reason, they will plead innocence—can’t see self, never thought about it, it must be a certain decoration.

 

it would occur in smelting her patience in pain her art when she feels adored. it would occur in melting her honor as never sacrificed a human in anguish.

 

so unsteady as it works. by dear goodness, its rewards are insufferable. colorful skies magenta sands looking, nay, staring through some creature. sound fading passion loud too much to end this day. blue seas. smoky clouds. floating pigeons. by sweet poison, I would vow to a scream, hoping to find safety in one love—an obscure word, an umbrella edifice, defined by all we are, attributes;

 

aching for concrete vows, beautiful boredom, a cycle by its ritual.

 

I heard a closet speak about its distrust.

 

it has listened for centuries—to confessions, to walls, to discreet years begging to become freedom. so great our thirst, if sensing life, to see something incredible in one human. most are passionate, strong, put to motion; they laugh with melody, they hold a clarinet, they record by saxophone;

 

certainty in its moment, as far as sight prevails, like sweet-painful silence. a fount aside a faucet aside a prayer booth.   

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