Tuesday, October 5, 2021

Magnets Tug Resistance

 

lights flashing, sirens blaring, a man’s arm is way off—more riots, aside a zinnia, flowers bearing witness. a whit tipsy, looking at excitement, feeling life slipping through music. a soul loving its pain, a feeling like buck this pain, a soul living its contradiction—by a paradox, by an algorithm, many allegories in Plato’s cave.

down winds, myrtle trees, cyder liquor—many Bugatti(s), baguettes leaking, so high in havens feeling estranged—most under rain, most debating blackness, a mulatto trying to recharge identity.     at an occasion, such fire in a white woman, we sense things alert differently. seduction is optional, sheer attraction is lethal, when each response feels like summaries; a hired hand, a wired spirit, Love knew angst prior to exile.     I’ve said nothing, game is eager, too foul to fit in society. an anti-religion, became a proactive religion, so cultic, like winning, a man baptized in Arabic.     we pray again, slipping through thighs, too gorgeous, so grimy, like losing wasn’t an option. we hear what we select, we feel what seems a mystery, how to reflect without skills?     a house of children, a ghetto antenna, rugs displaying something inconsiderate.     a soul so brave, so smart, to disgrace everything sustaining her sanity.     most addicted, like deserted, a person too much to council. more flames, more souls, never ached like this. it shall pass, it shall die, with memories inducing physical sensations; a little too much, our predicament, to meet something/someone giving mysticism its challenge.     more drugs, if but to live, it gets hard to battle—many fledglings, several categories, with rumors unbuckling concrete. so much a magnet, so internal, a soul feels his resistance flitting.     too damn fine—looking at a sinner, needing therapy.    

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