Thursday, August 19, 2021

Pictureless Face

 

by spark into evening an unseen, seeable creature. misidentified. miscalculated. a soul remains faceless. deep rooted suggestion, sadness by sociality, human condition by birth—into a cycle, unanticipated, struck suddenly—an axiom made aphorism whether or not we participate. as unparticipating souls, undergoing a long journey, internalized by discomfort. partly articulated, in a sense, it can’t be articulated, with this being a failure in philosophy, while we capture a kernel, nonetheless. something mizzles something functions, it’s happy in state, but not in its actuality. brown tears, muddy palms, one feels akin to sewage. requires intuition, if to impassion resistance, a soul remains pictureless throughout existence. an extant feeling, despite familiarity, requiring an inrush, some mystic ingredient.

 

pure irrigation, a conduit of oppressing feelings, with a world pampering to indifference. sweet flawless aggression, a universal element, one would discuss our natural predilection: as perceived in self, a faultless face, a feeling made to suffer, but impassive to suffering. a condition in souls, an anarchy in rationality, a feud in our garden. pitted against humans, human, nonetheless, as one trying to escape humanity.

 

a feeling uncreated. latched to something geared towards insanity. smooth, thin linchpin.

 

          our tender masquerade, masks were inevitable, it’s deeper than oppression.

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