we might seem distracted. the
reality is uncertainty; the combat with ourselves. it’s leisure time for some,
gruesome for others, a person tries to be careful. we ignore a bunch, enduring
the many crafts, refused the surety most share; not as
romance; not as an indelible proof
for Divinity; more as the ease and cadence others experience.
the rivers are with passion; the
harsher terrain is up the ways; the deepness he lives, is the agitation of
another—the vengeance he reaps, substitutes for the interior resistance.
with change comes remnants.
we must admit to incognito waves.
assumptions made to rest.
paintings
are hung on minds;
abrasions
are taken to graves.
we
might endure seasons.
I must suggest the mercy some have
shown — for powers are decorated, renowned, often the agent must combat alone.
if provoked deliberately, it’s
unfair to ask, “What’s wrong?” some might say it’s insensitive. many know the
perception I was given; many more know me in spirit—as I have come to know
many; it isn’t bad unless it harms other spirits—while some are having a wild
good time.
I will try to be honest: there is a
space in energy that overwhelms us. the beauty is, often the spirits will
assess, and bring in a verdict.
I say things. no greater than the
religious soul, but metaphysics have rubbed us and left us feeling uncertain, therefore,
uncomfortable. however, we enjoy entertaining spiritual ideas, and scientists enjoy the things they have learned.
the deepness we possess was earned,
through souls giving of themselves, of dreams come to earth, of dispositions
inside the person; I have no more to suggest on this matter.
the professor can never say, “I’m
not grading these papers.” like the spiritualist can never say, “I’m not going
to conjure up energies.” the title holds something sacred. if a lady has an
ailment, it might make her moody – we don’t ask her to be in the best of moods.
we don’t hold her to a bright light – she might be angry.
I had something different occur.
much activity has created an opening: I can’t help think of the many spirits I’ve
met.
many spots speckle
and stipple the human agenda. analyses are put aside, endurance seems pivotal. I
will enter a phase, so many portraits, I will tread the outline, rereading
silence. the antecedent is the concern. the behavior is bad, the response is
unhuman. many graphs. many ties. it gets uneasy. we shouldn’t agitate a person,
and then ask, “Why are you upset?” it shows something in the person.
