by the eye of the phoenix, made wild in
deserts, surrounded by emptiness; much a fierce creature, by the ashes of
resurrection, a symbol for perseverance. a soul runs faster, adrenaline racing,
haunted by his mind; pure perceptions, made difficult to vet, for they chase
after themselves, depending upon themselves. must be rare, the correlation, by
a thought carrying its evidence. not as scientific, but a random thought,
walked to its evidential premises: earth vetting skies, seeds vetting soil, or
a combination working in conjunction; some dear mystery, cleaving to facts,
some of which are fabricated. we might take behavior, as some critical
evidential, until contradiction becomes evident. one might say, “Something
remains true,” indeed, it must be located, vetted, brought to its surface, in a
land starting to dispel abstracts. most need more tangibility, more certainty,
while we hamper, hustle, heave for clarity. saying these things, it might
disrupt, it might register quickly: much of the discomfort, the ambivalence,
comes from knowing in part, or knowing, one doesn’t know—the fullness in its
purpose, those guarantees in their shadows, our endeavor meaning its schedule—as
more eternity, exospheres, axioms meaning majority—to land on existence, to
live greatness, enthralled by life, love, family. at times, polite, again,
distant, working through minutia; again, filled with fervor, most receptive,
made into four halves.
