I confess to being
vulnerable—affixed to ideals—in a place of dreams, radical mirrors, rage and
honesty. In so many ways
most are reaching for the remedy,
needing to possess the remedy, needing to condition the remedy. How to examine
that?
I became critical. I
became
empathetic. The opening is the entrance. So
I drift gently, in seeing
all I’ve dreamt, so critical, to adore an image, like a picture.
The voyage is segued to
the journey—the interior seeming hard to please. In retrospect,
it was nice to meet
power, where debates take place, it’s more difficult than we presume.
So hard to fully
vindicate humanity, more to overlook individuals.
While meandering, I
search for a space—to arrive at once, to exchange souls for messages.
It seems unusual—dear to
spirit—many affairs in the hearts. While
we desire to feel full—overflowing,
where it becomes overwhelming. Better the latter than emptiness. Albeit,
many desire emptiness.
The
madness comes with the cogitation—longing for multiple paths, trying to settle
the soul. In finding you, I was forced to let go, in loving you, it was
deranged, for I never knew you—the irritants, the frustration, the inner
politician. Indeed, the pain of making passion with a stranger—when it could be
joy and happiness—our best behavior, unless firmly embedded. Some people are
made of excellence—grace—and most difficult to appease—they see life
differently. Such a process—to utter—with permission, those three little words.
Upon sunlight, furious to have loved, captured by an uneasy need—as to
possess—like full on security, to have never denied life its fruit—only to fall
asleep, regretting the miracle. If to
have cherished, like every element is perfect, some needing to give more:
deeper intellect, soul of my song, more emphases on passion. By such
humility—if to understand dynamics, to know—the lunacy for others—in both
spirits. Him to glory in beauty. Her into glory in sensation; as driven most dearly,
no cave to meditate in, no want to retreat. Or most balanced, exposed to
ecstasy, desiring its essence, pleased to have made fire with an opulent and
addictive confidant.
