Rules break accompanied by silence the armor bleeding
its justice. I was aware. I fell from grace. I’ve ignored the obvious.
Aquarium festivities, often through guise, families
look happier.
Each proposition defies what we mean by sociality.
Years pass by, activity is sameness, soundness is
undermined, opposites need some excellence in each other.
Playing piano, afore a gecko, feeling solace in some
dreary dream.
A room filled with straightjackets, Christ upon a
demented soul, wreckage and battle, unorthodox measures, prodigies, to have
multiplied letters.
Emotion footprints—to need a soul slanted, to resist
inner goodness, to die each step.
Sunset prayers. Numen instigation. Some realities are
too much to receive.
He would see life differently.
Dry ocean. Elderly deer. Sacrificed cheetahs. To have
life in excellence, torture as it might excel.
Watching ants. Kneading dough. Remembering Elijah … a
still, small voice ….
