Friday, January 21, 2022

Cosmic Paws

 

that vague goodbye, a woman’s wintery eyes, never so cold the chill. that conversation, the psychic revelation, the tyranny of clarities, screaming at the Witness. if more an exhaustion, a mute-point, we learn to release it. more ambiguity than facts, immortal questions, fighting over, and for, happiness. shivering over literature, suffering social-internal crucifixions, our movement influenced by colonization—the burden of the beasts, the pinwheel in morals, the chief excellence becomes perfection.

 

it was fabulous for sophistication, to determine criteria, to become uncertain, causing recrimination. pain comes with passion, instruments, observation. days carry guilt, ignored and chastised, rising, nonetheless. to see a soul, if most adorable, is to love such as soul. the mind is tribunal, marinating, debating the interior critic.

 

a lady appeared to herself. a gentleman placed her on a pedestal—it made it hard to reflect normally.

 

unsung heroes, lambent souls, feeling inadequate.

 

the woman was crossed inside. any mistake would cause her to lose—status, stature, classification.

 

garden flakes, the flinging mind, energies bundled, made terrific.

 

that marvelous woman, sinning in her marvelous soul, pleading to survive.

 

if gusts would speak, hearts would flutter, souls would soar. 

 

spiderlike fire, volt-paws, they come, they go.  

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