(I would light a clove. I would
spin an idea.)
I often feel attraction—mounting resistance,
multiplied by restrictions.
I planned to write something good—this
came out—I preempt it to be less than what I am reaching for; like
professional, established, is better than tinkering, freelancing, without a
contract, nor a base. The first question is, Is this company registered? I do
digress. It applies to life.
at times, on purpose.
but I notice she often creeps in.
the dreamscape, the images, seated as we swim, mingled as we break silence,
nothing much ever said. promising cordiality, receiving minimalism, me
wondering, her wondering, Are we prejudiced?
electricity at times. many people
in her court. I wonder—Does electricity get lonely—Does it impair the silence?
the fragile warrior, the too brick-born
soldier, the auxiliary swearing harshly, and vowing to die for the success.
nevertheless, stern suffering, music
alighting heaven, heaven coming to earth. as is, it was, as was, is now is.
wasted years, the want of something
unvetted, just to know, just to plead, as if, just being self—is more than enough.
humans are suspicious of the
internal operation. the scientific is applied to the heart. alpha and beta and
omega and ethos and logos and pathos and apophatic and cataphatic and so tired
of the ether disconnection.
I fear those trying aren’t getting
to the zenith of the matter.
so terrific. many pedestals. the
difference is, I want what will sustain the freedom.
too salacious, a personal grievance,
but I demand salacious. so spectacular the essence, too extraordinary, I must
be the only sight in existence. too absurd! (centuries perfecting womanhood.) notwithstanding,
much pruning, many roses, to walk softly and pluck a fig. waxing-on and
waxing-off.
brown compasses.
(the argument seems crazy. we are
depending on the mind to override the heart): I’ll leave that alone. the loyalty
to the promise, is the promise to the universe, the universe as a witness of my
behavior. the days are symbolic. the beauty is over-capturing, seeing is believing—in
time, wings, and fairness.
