at
what one screams at, at what is human, nature, proclivity, agitation.
birds
windy in highness. bobcats chase about. song souls soar for millennia.
at
what it means to feel human—strobe lights, casual encounters, inner rejection.
many
costumes—more masks—chess is necessary. (many live in surroundings, fraught
with easiness, or loaded with yeast.)
dolphins
swarm seas. a small brocket nestles under mother. some souls have never known
purity.
at
what it means to feel human—sorted by categories, made visible, made
pictureless, made prisoner or free.
freshwater
mountains—a soul as phoenix—many as innocent as Bambi: running through plains,
nibbling flowers, filled with naivety.
if
human, one screams, one has decisions.
upon
a California finch, or searching through islands, survival of the fittest is
determined.
at
what it means to be human: skyscrapers as spirits, sullenness occasionally,
moved by a myriad of feelings; poised, nonetheless, aware of behavior, deciding
where to wear the best mask.
indelible
responses, used to assess, knowing humanness based in hegemony/homogeneity: if
it is normal, it will do similar as others, if it deviates, something is
unusual.
beyond
color.
maybe
a pet genet, a bottle of chardonnay, a campfire—
at
what qualifies as human, beyond anatomy, genetics, DNA.
