Friday, November 5, 2021

The Shadow Sees More

 

either gold or not gold or found on the fence; this is life.

minds are filled it seems. much of minds is unused. being at 75 percent, would terrify us.

I keep thinking: “Keep it communal.” I keep adoring—that—found global.

there are synonyms for certain forces; the system is the beast; the monster is a part of consciousness—most forget opposites.

timpani to skies, to wonder about facts, where one is adamant; is it forbidden? yes, it is; does one adhere? yes, he does; far too easy to assert, one is angry because I obey bulbs. it’s easier to say, one is upset, because I don’t believe in the viola. it goes both ways.

I remember understanding what it means to try too hard. I remember seeing signals, being still, and admonished for not moving. certain situations are like wet napkins—supporting a book.

too erudite for us; too shy for some; too detailed for others; such positive traits, they are no good, one is right to ask: “Is this not unfair?”

to chisel self into a masterpiece, is it not for acceptance, allegiance, satisfaction? —as then told, it isn’t for any of those elements.   

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