Wednesday, May 20, 2020

When I Listen to You


we stumble upon patterns, these are universal, where one meets deviance. for most people, life is certain ingredients, a little nutmeg, or tarragon, or a bit of paprika. life is hereby defined. while pepper causes sneezing, and cayenne is too fiery. we have appetites, or enclosures, or concrete predilections. other essences are curious, but outside of us, while breakage causes new preferences. I speak with reserve. because there are anomalies. where many people don’t fit the paradigm. what to give a cobra, or a dragon, or a predator? (there is something to this question.) we might select our own, or we might desire something totally opposite of ourselves. a class A person might need something a bit more class B. this becomes offensive, or even classist, but bear with me (for we realize people are different). with a class B person, there might be more humility, even appreciation—or a tendency to adapt to one’s personality. whereas, another class A person might require more than they give. (we move into differences, or contentions, where most need genuine affection). one is always judging. we seem to have evolved this way. where one must respect the other’s patterns. one will enjoy some habits, contend with others, but hopefully, enjoy the entire package. (it brings us to upbringing, even the braiding of talents, where one meets a person by feeling inferior. to need her love. to need her approval. if but to validate the poet.) indeed. so sickening, so distasteful, but each person must recollect. it’s not easy to be charming, where some are naturals, while this trait is troublesome. but among colleagues, in our darker regions, charm is necessary. no one trait speaks. it’s usually a combination. where a person makes a decision. we never realize capacity. as to adore someone we misunderstand. or to lose self in some sea-cave. as to imagine love, so dependent upon innocence, or so evolved one is an outcast. our naïve perception. our easygoing acceptance. if or only if we fit the category. slight effects. or stimulated affectation. or something hinging on abusive patterns.

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