Wednesday, August 25, 2021

Voicing Aeipathy (Consuming Love)

 

I can’t contact certain feelings; I can’t express them, they seem inaudible. I want to say marvelous beauty, inside of brick castles, with claims made of certitude. I want to outdo justice; each postulate feels uncertain, too much philosophy makes love tenuous. I sound uncertain, dubious, tentative. I seem vague, unclear, abstract. I speak of love, passion, togetherness, knowing couples come from examples—those making it beautiful. I have a confession: I desire more than attributes, affirmations, associations. that space inside, that confused, clever entity, I want to capture that as mutual, coveting, converts—into long horizons, speaking by condition, unveiling inaudible compulsion. it can’t spell certitude. it can’t guarantee existence. it just compels undiluted sincerity—spellbound sexuality. I sound impossible. I want our insides placed on a table. I want to experience unadulterated closure. I must be crazy. most are having fun. most relationships are expedient. I want immediacy—clear poetica—thrown into flaming dependency. [for] a person is often unbelievable. I want to believe in unbelievability. I need to feel humanity. so long at unclarity. so divorced, splayed, from the work of my mind. confused about trust, vying for integrity, disappointed in reality. closer to identifying purity. it isn’t devoid of mistakes. it just reasons differently—it holds disgust for dishonesty. for years, I acted contrary to intestines, I would be dishonest, I now wonder why: if it’s shameful, while I sound simple, try to stop it immediately. try not to box in insecurity. try not to exult dissention inside. each lie is a confession against self. so impossible! so much an ideal. most endorse lying, but not receiving lies. [however], Love is smart, smarter, smartly dressed, smartly distant, smart enough to pass many men by. she likes certitude, speaks with asphalt trailing, pauses, when listening to abstracts. she’s an advocate for happiness. she finds several wicks. she tries not to convolute matters. she’s a great lover, with a healthy appetite, she sticks to what impresses. it took years to get right. she tries not to, but she’s argumentative, in a conversational way. she judges. it helps to survive. she has a few prejudices. [but] she flits with grace, she scuds with intellect, she’s professional, seductive, alert when called.    

 

(aeipathy is in parts described.) an inner indescribable peg, released in interior, making manifests in actions, attributes. needing more. hungry. insatiable for the object/subject of its affection. almost illogical, it can’t be, employing emotional intelligence—somewhat free of complete rationality. observing itself in language which permits for dual understanding. needing to exhaust itself to rest, in order to refresh, as it awakens it goes deeper—comfortable with Love, never satisfied with expression of love. looking. searching. badgering watchtowers, steady at building its empire. absorbed, free, negotiating some neat balance—concerned with losing measures. so impossible! so unscientific. so unsteady in its fullness.  

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