I was a primate. I reincarnated
from genetics. I came from an origin. Put resurrection aside. We determine cultures
are angry—chemistry, inheritance, features—primates are us. I disappear in
appearing, a new person, dissimilar from the orientation. Wondering aside sakata(s),
if it’s existence—beyond existence, as is humankind; plural skies, a sudden
voice, some doctrine, hinting at itself, some alienation, as needing assurance.
minds are plates, tectonic styles, a thought generates an idea, an idea might
induce determination, and the latter might become an obsession. (Loving us, the
miles in connection, the fury we ignore, has been excruciating.) Many phobias,
a fear of success, an inner self-saboteur; as money is luxury, the riches are space,
the space is the absence of nexus. like to perish, in-between successions, the
last identity filled with wisdom—if one succeeded by gradation. Hitherto, a
failure to speak, some deeper affection, so powerful, so ecstatic, a soul lost in
experience. Patient with pains, impatient with lovers, humans are synced with
unpredictability; like goosegrass, sea-fire, and inaudible audibility.
