I can’t listen to it. it makes no
sense. folks should invest more in their delivery. I was late for speech class. it was my day
to shine. I’d memorized every line. I practiced. I put hours in. even days.
this is dedication. the old zeal was transferred.
ever those deer eyes, pounding my
heart, I can’t condemn you. such a younger mentality, so forgiving, men have it
easy with you. a platypus resume,
known for grime, a cheetah’s habit for sprinting.
where is the gatekeeper? tears seem unusual.
we make mistakes—we never repeat them—once we are aware. the latter is a clause—for
we don’t see—it hurts too much to see.
many mind-structures. many more
agonies. decoding others is terrible work.
I would admire a soul, taken by physicality, as if bodily charms confess
to wonderful people.
enough with that—it sounds like I have
issues. I actually do!
over salmon, sweeter rice, broccoli,
corn; panda palms, a bear’s aggression, a panther’s calmness.
days mesmerized, taken as if newborn,
love seems to beg the question.
such-and-such is a loving, caring person.
another says, “Well, why does such-and-such belittle you?” this can be expanded
to skies, quaky earth, veiled beliefs.
enough with that—it sounds like I have
an issue with what we might call love. I actually do!
I was designed inside to endorse the
ideal. this is what we have in the best of ourselves, as opposed to, anything
goes.
many great whites. many different
types of sharks. at times the soul is empty. we should be on guard. then a
peaceful shark, a whale shark, showing grace, temperance, worthy of admiration.
I skip ahead, to collective consciousness,
the task is to define it.
