unlike
wheezing, breathe carefully, it’s been
made
difficult.
reciprocity.
a mile for a kilometer. a rose for
a sky.
liquor
poured into daisies—flowers are
intoxicated.
how
do I explain—power, notion, reaching
inevitability?
much
absence in life, could be much
instruction
in
essence—those tulips beading with
sweat.
in
crime, it was trespass, the monument was
those
answers. by great omission, I compose
each
understanding. it pops up.
desire
is excellence, in all undergoing,
despite,
the vitamins, the berries, an
undercurrent,
dragging its sanity, abusing
its
consciousness, with excellence residing
in
souls.
near
a lagoon, a platypus is himself.
he
never qualms over filth, mud, and
appearance.
at
an office, a soul is under stress—best in
each
symbol, sedated for mercy, required
to reaffirm
worth … divested of comfort.
the
omission is discussion. that piece—
unspoken
resilience—in what sense? to
speak
it as existence, is it elastic or
hardened?
does
it cause more damage than goodness?
if
it hurts the person, it can’t be
applauded.
to enter life, coughing up resentments,
realizing by comparison … the pit, its
schism, unruly competition, failing
compensation.
in normal, it becomes abnormal. in unclear,
it might become clarity.
stemming from inner exhaustion, feeding
the birdsong, rereading each depiction.
oh the omissions!
