such
strange islands, each person a disparate agenda, with badges of arrogance or
grandiosity complexes. it seems uncertain while we need cures, we need
patience. I leave self to arrive at you if but to see your perspective.
existence becomes commodity. to speak becomes an assault. where some are
struggling with faith. I hear my thoughts, as addressing vagueness, while some
things seem obvious: our needs to slow down, our desire to break free, or our
craving to feel safe. a man rants. it becomes a carnival. many are insync with
his temperament. there are children
playing, bouncing around, or running across some random beach. it is
predicament or outranked where each becomes a doctor. such deliberate disregard such purposed
outbreaks where groups are at protests.
by tempestuous reframing or sleeper-sharks
if but to outflank our governor. such unearthed psychologies. or improper
reasoning. while we wear deaths as trophies. by social atrophy or threads of
decay, where importance is placed on autonomy.
I don’t see it, or even feel it, while so
close to one bad cough. a man was at
Costco. he refused to wear a mask. they refused to service him. such vileness
or verbal bile while ignoring our condition.
doctors use a long Q-tip. through a nostril into the brain. plus, the
body is shutting down. we sacrifice
ourselves, for no greater reason, than consumed with boredom. such becomes its
push its edge its fettering. night
has come. it’s 2 a.m. the birds are chirping. (it seems unusual.)
such beauty in us such born sacrifice by
eloquent belief systems. to possess tigers such fierce creatures while desiring
our rights. it comes to commonsense. it becomes our needs. while a vaccine must
be discovered. our tipsy minds. our addicts prevented their meetings. our needs
becoming secondary. to exist as thinkers or to catering to children where we
must be cautious. but days are long our roaring is raging we have a
predilection for escaping our minds. while essence is unclear or ritual is not
enough, we are reminded we have thoughts. “I must break free I must roam I must
be around people.” our risks for our preferences or our lives for our
indifferences.
the poet says too much. where some have
watched consumption. or some have been consumed. our watching eyes our
wretched/wrenching anguish while it shouldn’t be this difficult, this hard,
this drilling. we are alert to propaganda. the one’s searching for eschatology
are with masks. it becomes uncertain. those words contrasted with actions in a
land putting kids on the front and center. our sheer confusion. our unmentioned
mistakes. where the end says, “I didn’t want to be bored.” such passionate minds.
such raving fury. where anything is an intrusion.
