behavior
becomes boredom or bait or bestial badges. behavior becomes passion, penalty,
or pleasure. like masked owls some are turning temperatures made tragic. like
dying by breath or knit to knots memories become mirrors. by mind apparatus by
anxious fate while gates are opening. lion statues or statuesque angels so
deeply removed. just a bit of meandering or quite precise or the author is
partly unaware. just thinking of something. just watching interior Showtime.
just looking at unfamiliar intentions. some desire what they give. some desire
more. where others might be uncertain. beautiful ugliness or musicality arts so
many intellectual cellos. arithmetic attraction so distressed it feels like
saviors, or so unruffled a person must get closer. birds just sit in trees.
some are monogamous. others are uninterested. coming to an issue, where
behavior is habit, (hollowed hallowed habits). if a woman is a certain charisma,
she lives out her caress. if otherwise, she lives that path—in darker corners,
carefree but saddened. same as in men, a bite at early stages, something considered
sacred is overrated. some edible cactus a mouth full of oases, or dirt, weeds,
with wrestling. if to digest disgust where the author peruses too many porches.
like paradox so palace like where we learn too much to actually penalize
others. some activities are disgraceful. we speak more to softer anxieties.
while so far into ourselves it might not matter. one endorsement, as for an
abused child, and he may come up to be a great humanitarian. it seems sameness
for arts. captions in our minds. chains on our churches. too much debt to
repay. a soul masked by its behavior. we might marvel at those getting it
right. where two dwell there’s subterranean activity, they’re certain to have
disagreements. drums rang out by dearth, some lack in violins, some ache
feeling terrific. the author is walking further, looking at faces, compelled to
accept dynamics. one was slighted. another wanted gossip. when it didn’t come,
one decided to join in. no one asked. no one needed intrusion. but maybe, in a
grand scheme, as becoming a motif, the two are just being behavior. bone of my
bone. or soul of my soul. or we drift dangling from dungeons.
