maybe upon a clove, those spaces,
occupying essence. burnished pride, vanguard sorrow, buoyant rain. by strength
in a touch, to feel viable, weathering insecurities. a soul made to repent; we
find gods are nicer than humans. a longer fence, many sea creatures, we
negotiate with whales. those dandelions, unto her feathers, to know the unknown
places. spinning those days, rabid with exhaustion, many visions ignored; to
know how it works, to know one means you incognito, to play pretend,
empathizing with unsaid universe. corrals and webs. pieces of debris. a mind
going through upheaval. one asking for clarity. another unable to give clarity.
to sit, rock, and rub one’s knee. radical beginnings. animal lethargy. (plain
and simple insistence.) souls vacillate—either acceptance, or resistance—often,
both.
much pain in no direction. each is
vulnerable; wanting to believe in others, with decisions to make, motives to
discern.
it was pure anguish, it happens
after the infraction, sound and deliberate, and trying to leave it be; (a
person will feel an affront, it might linger, that soul becomes participation).
with provocation made irrelevant, a
soul tiptoes the crucible.
wasn’t meant to absorb like others
feel; in getting close, I make witness, in dealing with a phoenix, I sense
mutuality.
too difficult—the top tier
gem—souls are spoiled, we like it, and we loathe it.
in a sandbox sits a sandcastle.
many dreams appear. by an art—the shoebox skies.
spirits gallop: a soul enters where
the omega starts the journey; passionate miseries, two coming together in pains,
each motion means eternity.
