Friday, December 24, 2021

Pieces of Ego: Cooking Gourmet

 

rain upon us, white magic, beginning winds—knowing fantasy, assorted sobriety, it requires patience.

holidays with a friend, eggnog with cinnamon, banana bread with butter—to start our dance, to officiate our trust, to examine our pyramid.

unless in spirit, the feeling is dislodged, the wall is steel.

“you’ve gone too far.”

too much worry. too much discomfort. too much appropriate addiction.

 

over there, way afar, one reads, one feels, one transmits pieces of ego.

remaining nameless. confrontational at times. so much personality in its deliverance, it feels good.

 

in a van, laughing for passion, loving in essence, so preternatural, such par excellence, needing substance; went deeper, lost pieces of ego, told, too unnatural.

tried harder, beefed-up vocabulary, met her, felt like an average machine—maybe creeping, not fast enough, losing Beethoven.

became a ghostly person, indifferent, self-defensive, a book in existentialism; our faces are different, many did the hard work, books transformed them, they tap into pieces of the ego.

 

swearing to violins, laughter inverted, fretting how it works; looking at good, bad, uneasiness; an anthem aborted, so delicate, feeling unsuited, strapped into a rocket; such a mind, so methodical, such a kitchen, cooking gourmet.    

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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...