Monday, October 18, 2021

Spaces, Cages, Freedoms

 

I can’t understand one element, like sweaty wool, I was left chafe.

it seems like clumsy language, to assert right over wrong, most know their actions. I’ll leave something alone—most obvious to souls—imprinted on hurt castles.    

I was nostalgic mansion—over time in perception, over days confused over joys; most un-exorcised, dressed in anxieties, before honor, prior to change.    

cameras are capturing science, empirical dungeons, through bondage, yokes, and torments. the flame of fever, the religion over child, the cuffs over freedom.    

iconic power. striking at a pinata. centuries with primary eyes, focus made cosmic, initially considered rebels.

cultures. most made powerful. history, books, literature—energize a given perception, a given ethnicity.

 

I’ve cared deeply, moving through feelings, watching how we cherish each other. I sense diligence, a coppice mind, a sylvan made of woody rules. a soul to her decisions. a woman to her family. with nightmares etching into a treasure. bottles of oxygen—topaz influence—minerals made of copper. listening to a recitative, trying higher culture, preferring a beer and a classic experience; made of beginnings, admiring Tiffany Boone, with ropes guiding us to freedom. too confusing, it takes death to manifest existence—the fighting to arrive, we see it in its plurality, our women are still at struggle. going for years, watching women in power, realizing our discontent becomes cultural rules, stereotypes, gender expectations, gender limitations. the wonder becomes the conundrum behind figures such as Hillary Clinton, Kamala Harris, Angela Bassett—the dear dark pain, the triumph in parts, those bars seeming imperceptible.

 

many symbols participate in worldviews.

the moral apparatus is a stenographer.

much is sounds, penchants, pensive irritants. much is fleetingness, chasing joys, ignoring inner spaces, happiness, the pursuit of clarity. much is us, unlocked, begging for independence, unfiltered, raw, stumbling over pits.  

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