Saturday, November 27, 2021

Tides & Resistance

 

the fantastic element, the featured memory, longing, when freedom comes. scraping a pot clean, washing silverware, scrubbing internal science. in days, at gates, raked over coals—

the violence inside, against its mirror, it yearns in some direction. a man as a pantomime. a soul as a phantom: high rise pools, unwet wetness, as eager souls, creators of silence—

to breed in essence, life fire in skies, if to adore, losing semblance of insanity. a bridge in mountains, facial distance, a mask when dreary. some person did those mimics, a mic broken—

such pure silence. if art was lengthened, if patience were widened, delicate pieces might form their puzzle … while deliberate it became, accidental it lived, sweetness in onions.

if erased, it must be rewritten, maybe a different shade, analogy, mental flames at flurry. most awakened, if not now than when, some cliché along those grounds—

sudden to see clearer, a harbinger afar, another watching. it seems simpler than most picture it. it screams at us, beguiles us, we imagine tides should meet with resistance.    

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    The strength to withstand the winds; a spell as it effects/affects some creature. A sudden moment filled with absolute certainty, so wro...