with
provocation, divorced from its utterance, most might debate. shoveling for
excellence, striking an accidental mirror, he was guilty for trespassing. skies
flicker, thunder strikes, he must be careful. it will go unnoticed, for an
unnoticed excellence, it will become gossip. (“We agree on something, power,
pain, invisibility.”) many conduits, racing through Jerusalem, those captured
will pay tribute. some things are not said, they are unsocial, society is
suffering from miseries. in her eyes—a most noble man—all are asked to see it;
many are nonchalant, others are sympathetic, many start off tugging at us. more
rejection—a person grows cold—life is made by perception, will, assertion.
(“We agree on something, condition, argued individuality, pleasantries.”)
the gripes are uneasy, many aren’t understood, rules are designed to keep
steadiness. with provocation, unbeknownst, many are uncertain. seeing souls
participate in actions, most are aware of their visuals. (many will uphold
rulers. many will appease a situation. many more will ignore it ever happened.)
if allowed, I would like to be personable—the Eraser is a prominent soul
striving for excellence, multileveled, astute, charming at points, a hot
temper, a gracious presence—if to presume affinity, one is uncertain, as days
drip into confusion. (“We agree on something, most will feel like martyrs, more
will feel like warriors, all will hurt just a little.”) when should one speak?
this is uncertain. liberation flags are being raised. much comes as a
contradiction. actions are weighed with caution. many learn to adjust accordingly.
