You have
humanity. Never meant for it to
become what it is. So adjusted to
it. You two were parttime
adventure. Just wanted to be
friends. It doesn’t take much to
smile; glued to a feeling; a woman is amazed by susceptibility.
Your
river is muddy: Your music is volume: Your esoteria are now concrete. You have excellence; You desire horizon;
You film and refilm until it hurts.
Blueberry skies. Orange tangerines.
Banana Nut Bread.
You
are a treasure, with pains, you want to believe in humanity, having humanity,
with humanity becoming gray; You don’t want the problem, the calamity of
suspicion, with it aching in skin.
If to ignore life! To put travesty
on repeat, without incurring interests: A radiant dream, yes?
You must see, despite, its feeling,
with gray spots appearing before castles; a mansion with intuition, a home with
vision, so much to ignore—with a smile, and life moving in place.
It seems inevitable, without saying
much, to insist, humans are their arts, habits. If done for some time, yes it seems
unreasonable, the repeated thought—becomes behavior, and contour.
