shifting
through graphics, photogenic trauma, it goes unspoken: fevers in feelings,
musky fragrance, million-mile marches. interior livid, body unsteady, walls
closing, pushing, a bright personality, in a darkened room. it seems adjacent
to hells, much toleration, a child becomes an observer—more than living. we don’t
see media coverage—on psychology—of a thirty-year struggle—the apple, the
orange, how they mix, participate, both human fruits. so naïve of me, so
challenged in me, such tolerance in me. tugging skies, grappling carnivals, never
an interest in redemption, the breakage of the earth. soil rich indifference,
lashing out indifference, mad—for colors appear in rhythm. most dangerous
berries, most courageous indifference, most vindictive undertones. so abashed
at times, rooted in fever at times, as if rules coerce understanding.
