we’ve ideals. we eat spinach, corn,
and carrots. it seems healthy. we meet people, we’ve expectations, we palm huge
tree bark. rethinking. every encounter analyzed. every perception concretized.
life is a movie, or we hope, while realness is sacrificed. comments are
destructive, or appreciated, depending on how we feel about the person.
howbeit
a legacy, a charming person,
splendid
in dialogue? howbeit a nonplus person has aroused something emotion-tangible?
bulls are peaceful, provoked at times, made dangerous. a kitten is peaceful,
she scratches at times, she soon learns to control the pressure.
upon an antique in
a delicate force where anxiety is to protect a friend. a lawyer knows little,
she defends a client, where he confesses to inharmony. client/lawyer privilege,
a decision is made, for reasons it causes unrest.
“I support you one
hundred percent.”
we need to adjust.
earn our parts. to know our injustice.
“I’ve not a
problem. I just fret uneasiness. I’m trustworthy.”
how was it one is
in disarray, looking at genuine peace, while happy for that person? how do we
define normal? it looks like me, it studies like me, therefore, it’s perfect
like me. a small explosion erupts. we support categorization. a robin is eating a worm. if song is gleeful, but interior is
sad, we might ask concerning status of person. if one is interested, she might
ask about family, or something immediate like his relationships. it was troubling for me this reign of
illusiveness, where we pretend an example of excellence. I’ve a problem, it comes with facts, I
believe all persons are uneasy. next to a twig was spilt water, I asked
if it rained recently. I answered my question by looking around. pavement
elsewhere was dry. closer was a water fountain—with leakage. I played in
thoughts, remiss to see error, observation first, and then, thought. there’s a situation: I come to you
looking to find a problem. I don’t wait for it to surface. I just know you are in
error.
it will never be an
innocence in itself—just certain gavels—just certain perfections. how to
receive a person set on certain dictums? we each have them, all people, or
all men, or all women—and we seek closure.
behavior. is it
mapped out? some might say, “Behavior is mapped out.” it’s peculiar to me, lack
of action is defined, too much action is defined, precise action is favored. it’s
a polite way of controlling chaos in a world supporting chaos. beauty in fact
is this: if it works in our world, this is all we should concern ourselves
with. for example, blackness believes what I believe, therefore, I’m at home
with blackness. or, whiteness gives me comfort, our worldview is the same, I feel
content with whiteness. careers are the same: I study classical literature, she
studies it in sameness, we get along very well. or, best as said, I am a Judge,
we fight the same fight, we’ve certain priorities—they match us well.
