In spirit, we sought exclusion, dying our interior, brains
and ballet and graffiti. Loosening abstracts, cleaving to asphalt, eyes never
deciding on likeness. Velvety enchantment. The forest with bars. The scar and
chirping the birds at play. Many sages at war. Words drugged and released. Most
are etching out mercies, leniencies, and truths. Accustomed to connecting dots;
wondering for many coincidences; having to operate as if anesthetized. Such raw
aesthetic, as in flesh and bone, too gorgeous not to chase. Grogged in senses.
Mind alert and creative. Amazed how a person triggers excitement. An abandoned
soul. A harsh soul. It takes more to reach us. Pitching pennies, up against
algae, disturbing tadpoles. A palm filled with fungi, but a child, the world
moving quickly. Abusers pleading for acceptance and freedoms and repeats.
Offended when one breaks chains, flies for restructuring, and attacks the
ambition.
