so unreal—floating
on stars—filled with penchants; so guilty of failing, so excited on
exhilaration—the hope those eyes give. so surreal, it becomes mundane, one must
see extraordinary. like blackholes—suffocating winds—sunk into each other … no
greater death, no greater life, suspended in air, solitary life, proud to have
defeated the dragon; refueled, it’s been so long, how a simple gesture becomes
sexuality!
such need for
seduction, such need for comfort, if to practice our securities …
feeling
unprotected, taking protection for granted, so rich, so predestined, such presupposition
…
inside a
cedarchest—sits a diary; the writing is violent, tragic, southern slavery.
contradiction
aches—churning corners, such absolute nonsense … drive of flames, rekindled
with time, chasing treasure troves.
so unreal—floating
on stars—filled with penchants;
I must invest in
others—without guarantee—they’ll invest in me. beyond sarcasm, this is life,
only then does it happen.
many married
early. more waited. the beauty of his bride.
elements wished
for become tradeoffs; minds run astray; imaginings are blackholes.
I am gazed upon—for
another’s ideals, it seems, all of us have pillars, bricks, immoveable
invisibility. I clung until life unwrapped itself, I dangled in limbo, I desire
what I fail to sustain—like lizards in parks, sights keep coming, I wonder, if
a colleague, would frowns triumph so greatly?
the inside wars
with its appearance. one might become resentful. the debate becomes: What
should occupy our lives? better: Does this conflict with our instincts? if so:
What brings happiness, versus, What seems possible through early indoctrination?
There are natures,
sacrifices, rightness, societal wrongness.
