Sunday, May 24, 2020

Mystic Shoes & Dark Silence


I saunter in daydreams as conversing in gestalt if but those curly eyelashes. to have moved quickly to have died repeatedly such crooked faces. our cobra charms our daylight horizons if but one jury to exonerate existence. such violet garments such mauve rainbows or too much to sustain. the daughter is legacy or dynasties our pores sprinkling jubilee. as a mere person so unorthodox while fleeing so quickly, I return to sociality: those rooms for trials those chains or cuffs or told — “The one is set free.” so unfastened so early with life while never understanding the raging process. (we sense differences. we tremble with anticipation. where two suggest an exit plan.) for this is life, such dear maturity, where two separates at participation.     I read Naidu. I love her flowing creeks into diamonds so shattered while answering congestion. those murky lagoons or the Buddhist’s mayfly if but unsteady, reaching depth, or arising at this distant memory. so cured somewhere or so ill elsewhere while the package comes with dents or imperfections. as never to lie or to compete with lies where two participate but only one is guilty.     the risk is heavy where two come together for both must decipher those closet dragons.     by an idyllic world, we have come-up together, where too many fireflies have visited our hearts.     if but to manumit love. if but to feel until it blossoms. those prisms those hues those crystals!     such erumpent logistics such furious frames or sudden events unforeseen.     our needs to un-whelm, or our minds tugged, while often we run into mistakes: those road blocks, those new additions, or a person’s ulterior motives.     it happened recently. I mapped-out a plan. where one shattered my schedule. but life is like that, our values challenged, while we write some off as assholes.     but an easy task, plus, it defends us, while optimally, we must determine their purpose.     those spheres by intuition, while we must be careful, for desires are often imposing. where a person will see, exactly what’s needed, to free self from responsibility.     so famished! such a kind shark! or such mystic shoes!

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