perception or
anti-conception, a merry-go-round, a shoebox of indiscretions; traveling weary
roads, making accommodations, compromising integrity. many have amazing grace,
faith, more adapted to axioms, molecules, and the atoms of human relations.
they permit for error, discussion is optimal, they forgive 7 x 70 times a day.
most are different, an infraction must be weighed, if it is too large, the bond
is broken.
life is like a fairytale.
selection is discreet. belief is primitive.
I try to remain upbeat,
in a unique design, no one needs categorization. being trapped, feeling
inescapable, it hurts too much to sustain it.
I
make peace with naivety—something desirable, often projected, despite, its
opposite, its contraire atmosphere. if to abate sensation, running a risk,
skies seem dim on sunny days.
a woman absconded with
parts and particles and old faces of me.
I’ve made it to crossroads.
I’ve swam through murk, mudslides, and marshlands—eating ambition, associating
all creatures, based in three people, as does a frightened person, scared to
chase, to film, to find, some person, in this whirlwind.
an
ardent soul, feeling, disappearing, fancies, friction, reasons to turn left; if
to elicit some facet/fabric of excellence, met with grace, it is argued, I might
not make the cult.
prime genteel space, alarmed
at dislocation, listening, watching for maestro’s instruction; neural ecstasy,
some main wilderness, like a flickering lamp in darkest tunnel.
made to forgive—carrying earth—redeeming
in time.
