Albeit,
we dislike each other, I believe in your religiosity, your science—days just
musing the insides. I was swarming myself, left with terrors, and swoosh, be it
for good or bad energy. Some mental creek, a swan’s lake, so tragic the origins;
pride of the future, immortalized in scripture, only a few know the hidden
name, upon a white stone. Albeit, we dislike each other, I wonder about
stability, niceties, with suffering seeming hermetic. Long it will last,
permeating every soul, spinning into diamond spirits … your turn again, as we
walk away, longing into another’s gaze, comforting others as we master
disguises. To interpret is twofold: either erroneous, or too close to unspoken
truths. I was warring myself, left with undulations, proud to have met—the experience
is pained and beautiful and wrong. By curse of the living gem, by methodology
of the fallen maze, so engraved in an episode. Tell me nothing, just exist, and
if a smile falls, share it with God.
