I
became a fantast (visionary). it sounds difficult to grasp—how does one become
a visionary?
was
made privy, it gives life, it makes existence esoteric. a Christian sees
spirits, else something hasn’t grown, this becomes twofold existence.
can’t help but read a little, trying
not to seem obvious, where self-consciousness is vigil. some are apt at it.
they speak quickly, assess rapidly, there’s need to slow the pace.
I think of some. I’ve forgotten
others. some may visit.
what is this visit language?
amidst
chaos seems order, structure, we might feel insync. oddness, based in reception,
we know, because it’s out of alignment.
can’t
help it, many become specimens, characters of interests, higher-ups must vet
us. to assess authenticity. as a
polygraph, innocence, powers, are not advertised, best kept secret, but
disfavor, failure, is made public domain.
the metre is high volume. one has
wept something anew. traveling upstream.
I am whet (eager) for beauty—alive in
spirit—devoid of simplicity.
at this point, some are interested,
some are peeved, others are waiting. so much a burden on us, trying to survive,
most of existence seems like application.
afire for one, aflame for another,
enamored to a fault.
photic or aphotic? ghost, human,
both? love, manipulation, sacrifice, charity, mutual, painful, glee,
reasonability, irrationality, all?
