By language we speak to audibility and coherence. To compose to feel understood, in spite of language applied. A person spends years misunderstood—raising an eyebrow, trying to effect perception. In seeing accuracy, a person strives for accuracy. In hearing articulation, a student desires to become a professor—of words, dreams, ambition and scars. We find another pleat, held in sciences, matters are confounded and days are incognito; humans are appearing to themselves. Nonetheless, it’s done to engender responses, as it ought to be for clarity; phantom of dreams, visions of mid-skies. Life is complicated by ether thoughts. Something needed confuses and becomes obsession. Nevertheless, it’s done for an audience, for a response—Is this accurate? Each light, each angle, a person leaves self – open to disappointment. Nevermore an assertion, rather, a need—if to stray from it, to touch by core—a person’s potentiality. Each presentation is for an audience; to paint ceilings, to adorn dens, to fluff pillows. Measuring verse. Aching authenticity. Remembering words—pursuing clarity, with an affection for mystery. With still a need, if to change it, to become enamored by art for its expression. Much a challenge for a person’s ego; a supernova, unwatched constellations, a neglected testimony.
