Where it stands, cacti and weeds,
ferrets, charms, and ambition. Some funny mood in time, excellence in
suffering, mathematics claiming emotion.
Whirlwinds.
Nothing to gaze off course. Nothing
to become lethargic. Nothing to ignore until it ruins.
To fuss and laugh and cuss and
dine; to become temperamental, to argue against thunder, to need to do
according to ideals.
What hath humankind, other than
hopes, faiths, and rudiments?
Never quite met one person, usually
souls come in myriads, each meeting with a different gem.
The seesaw is low, and high, and
treasures become items, and pains grow unattended.
To just say it to essence, even if
unrequited, it might still damage a good soul.
“If you don’t know me by now …”.
The argument is over right and
wrong—the song is on repeat—actions haven’t been discussed.
We’ll get to that, holding in
tears, wiping away access.
We can’t see eye to eye, and never
will – to agree is to validate – we can’t agree.
