becoming. turning into another creature. tarnished
thoughts, and freedom cries.
the cruel exchange, the stressed
feelings, the kite on a rainy day.
it will not stop. we become
different in our eyes. zones bear testimony.
through guessing we decipher
elements, as souls trying to maintain distance.
in the mastery of mind activity,
something is taken for granted, the chasm appears.
it’s been on my mind, the desperation
for confessions, in some strange understanding.
pain of the structure, frustration
of the design, activity of the invisible dimensions.
saturated. opera inside of souls. the cultic element has troubled me. (I will make amends, despite, being
without dishonesty—a soul is punished for truths.)
such ineffable happenstance,
sincerity inside, needing truths in performance.
in retreating—a soul thought of
advancing, he thought harder, and decided to see it ride and gallop on
horseback.
the sudden spirits, as time becomes
human, it’s only alive inside—without observation, it would be impossible to
live.
one is on the system, a group
exactly, it will be a long passage.
