i try to ignore the waves, stirring as endeavor
allows, some may value the challenge. a lady told me about her soul, we
exchanged notes, music danced, flow was interrupted. it seems uneasy to adopt a
hankering with much left in the balance. i might speak, or walk, if serenity is
evident. so estranged from self, so ontological, dependent upon whimsy, logical
measures, mixing soul with spirit; too little to submit, too supreme to make
passion, with wonder, to discover full on purpose—of life, motive, needs for an
element from its property. such assimilation—so forced—most compelling—where it
aches to deny something insidious; by vacuum, vindication, and vex—to ask what
a person desires? much inclined to figure it must be soulfelt, as to insist on
something a child can’t give. so
inclined to see, unable to see, with participation answering its motivation,
not its purpose. would one need monopoly? is one distressed? does it get
heavier? some play clown. some are evil. some contradict their inheritance—due to
special circumstances. i try to ignore the waves, where it asserts its
strength, asking why to several horizons. it makes little sense to pride with
excellence made resistance so close to open gates.
