the silence portal, the loud
existence, catching souls inside. I heard the miracle, along a crooked line,
tiptoeing back to human services. couldn’t forsake her, couldn’t shake self-government,
pavement, asphalt, too many memories. most are learning to breathe, the years
have been cruel, it’s hard not to feel color. the kef inside, the envy inside,
trying to have better—something orgasmic, giants falling, the top touched, too
loyal for the massacre—so social, deeper inside, the water, I wade, it’s time
for baptism.
the fire hit, not actually,
straight spirit, aglow, speaking in tongues, feeling quite confident—they try
to kill it, they hate it, I’d give a portion of sunlight to fix it. never cared
much, about certain behavior, the disposition is a blessing and a curse;
praising older notions, regrouping my understanding, if it can’t be changed—we leave
it alone. I trip further. I stumble inside. we never know how it happens—it just
occurred. *I could a pill at the moment. I could this bottle in the
kitchen. I could around a block. (I can’t carry it!)
I used to move faster, so
inadequate, amazed at the lies I told myself—hearing the top tier, aching over
blues, they need more dialogue—to decipher us, to decode us, what is human
motive? I heard a lecture. I wrote a sermon. many at the pulpit. so alarmed by
situation, so agreed to reach out, so upset—many things remain the same. the pestilence
hit. three vaccines, a mask, isolation, and more are falling. I understand the
pain, so nervous about genealogy, some rushing to have progeny. it seems a
difficult fight.
many suppositions, I hold to skies,
abstracts, plus, actualities; bias on one point, the existential blueprint,
something hast to fly.
