the leverage is amazing, piercing
through galaxies, uncovering underbrush. so much pride and pain, palace and
pressure, persona and pleasure. with needs to possess some person, in more needs
to possess the impetus, with pinpoints striking unto mini-explosions. i never
came to you. this is unfair; for in you—becomes ultimate closure; albeit, we
must confess, the hope may be more
compelling—than the possession of
the hope. in needing you—i call it love; in seeing you—i become frustrated; for
so little was obtained initially. much a downer; glitter remains glitter; souls
try not to think that way, as it appeals more that way, while most try to add
glamour to the inner animal. i was
with welts at times; spatial concerns; with childhood understanding. a person
can
be a savant, skilled like no other,
and slower in critical areas. to desire one evolved, a measured gait, a
deliberate laugh, with essence permeating existence. i churned my soul on earlier today.
another soul appeared. it seems we designate attention to mean what we fret as
our needs. i run a risk of confusing
the subject-matter. I have several persons
in mind. each are similar in behaviors.
each are married with children—possibly
making each person more powerful. i
don’t know their histories. it just churns at points, and one of several come
to soul, quite possibly with my resistance. yes, something metaphysical—something
gray—where it appears, and another follows.
we have a hexagrammid circle; not literally. we have particles of the cosmos making an
ontic appearance
at different intervals; a study of
existence, without a definite ending, telic, nonetheless. what have souls become, so difficult, such
social cosmology; mental cosmetics, manicures inside, pedicured skies—to have
claimed love, as a constant presence, an unyielding permanence, in an impermanent
atmosphere—or too gray to defog. i
watch a person, quite taken by naivety, quite
disturbed on the other hand. i must keep separate the feeling from the
thought about the feeling; in doing so, i grow distant from self and inner
operations, while trying to appear human.
what are we asking of souls?
