Wednesday, November 24, 2021

We Often Offend

 

can’t convince walls, can’t baptize invisibility, most wonder—into silence, something watching, how have we become banshees?

I must live, in a green kingdom, speaking tongues aside an interpreter.

time skates, silicon is popular, so much room for improving.

bullet proof personalities, a problem riddled personality, like rich as St. Paul.

trying on a wrong glint, into miracles, should be exhilarated, should be most intolerant.

should be a demon, conversing with darkness, should be dead.

mother raised me, father baptized me, granny braved me—more musicology, more fretting, a crush in mud.

it goes too far, manufacturing emotions, as if predicated on truth. friendship means—we canteen our insecurities—we can never go fatal—we’ll never be wrong.

a soul is underestimated, it comes swiftly, it’s premeditated disturbance.

to look, knowing for integrity, knowing for honesty, to utter, “You must be confused.”

as if a loud reaper, as if by a design, gunning back to the first visits.   

Time was Brief

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