Thursday, August 19, 2021

Humans Share Agendas

 

can’t erase internality

—it’s melodramas

—we just adjust. the chorus is selfish,

absorbed in itself, many are

sacrificing. others enjoy until pained,

sweet channels sparking joy. I

imagine a door in women an ocean palmed at its shore. maybe a sea elephant, swarming our minds, amazed by what we endure.

to realign ourselves, to renegotiate our totems, to place one person at its apex. like stray animals, eating by chance, people acquire many strange habits.

 

myself included. myself observant. myself missing the points.

I imagine a mayfly landing in mud,

stifled by odors; the expectancy short,

color irrelevant, it might feel time running

out.

 

by verse or freedom those vines made into nectar those feelings made inappropriate.

 

an unsung person sits on glass watching strangers;

an untouched person sits in mentals rehearsing scenes, oblivious to its art.

 

many of swell repute keep a local

distance—they operate in

frequencies, they become fire we see.

we’ve no clue to sacrifice, logistics, inner museums. the fire we make, trying to remain attached, it seems a rewarding responsibility:

to have closure, to make a decent

connection, to enjoy an astrological

friend. some chart we might absorb or

ignore finding our way to excluding

threats. eating sociality, cleaving to sweeter skies, carrying a universal agenda.

PS.

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