one does by an agenda. another does by
chaos. another is wilderness, bones, haunts, briers; the dictum totters, most
of art isn’t planned, most of the debt will be paid.
by a collar a child was born.
blessed are those that unscramble.
often, a person will not seek comfort—he wrestles
his mind—he doesn’t believe in his name.
there is physics for dinner, astrology for
lunch, esoteria for breakfast. snacks are mysteries.
it was naïve on my part. most will not
share their whale nets. others will not endorse the kiln.
it is similar to placing water with oil,
or vinegar with juice, these elements do not mix, they do not appreciate each
other.
never knew for a physician. must be a different
life. time would place me before a physician.
it amazed me to learn, at a young age—after
a whooping, mother needed, in addition, an apology. this is a trying
indoctrination. once whooped, it should go no further, maybe a discussion, I suppose.
if a man falls, we help him up, otherwise,
we get out of the way.
