strong in desire, an
answer to the question, weak in hostility; frolicking inside the fireplace, the
furnace meditates; met with patience, strangers on Sunset, a carload of
ambition; a shoebox, a foxglove, a wingless ladybug—but a child those years,
the camera carries memories, can’t win more than witnessed; unspoken communication, i sit
in stillness, a sudden surprise, like right there—as in hairs, an ant to cause
a chill, the mind filled with activity. what i will i have a time with.
not against will has made me apathetic; it was once a bag, a drink, a
few wilder than the sunrise; it minimalized, it un-generated, it became
possession of the letters. to study resistance, it has a strangeness to it,
despite inactivity; it grows, forms a fever, anything becomes uneasy. gates
and walls, the ghetto catastrophe, seconds to master beats: music by genetics,
music by dear depression, and music to survive. suspicious
of laughter, he was also, it’s crazy to read something you concluded earlier. a
mental compass, I dance like hell is sleeping, the path by dreams, the
whispers, she has a name, but damn to it!
