Wednesday, June 17, 2020

Chasms Bleed Social Science


through sober galaxies or spent by reservoirs insomuch as cleaving to false impression. it opposes me it craves illusion it becomes psychotic pebbles—those lights so yellow those images deliverance while needing something indelicate—our black ceilings our brown cedarchests at something too unstable to give a glimpse: while souls hunt or minds haunt mirrors if but to capture God’s watchword. such its blockade so bellicose or too indecent to carry. by underbelly behaviors while I feather intently insomuch as to realize the swamps: our hermetic guts or what’s desired as opposed to what’s feasible—those red carpets while everything becomes gray where we cherish plaids: eating ambition or sensing as it dies while too much silence demands dementia. so uncouth while behaved or so scared of ostracism while unsteady if but screams in public or an ambulance on lawns but crazed or divided such casual disregard nor were evenings so delicate as to unroot seduction. hearts playing violins such sacred/soft laughter where balance was so absolute those concrete behaviors those few dependents while tectonic plates have become too intrusive. (Father’s Day is etching it speaks but blogs it un-graves articulate miseries—if but more to stepfathers if but loyalty, cameras by pictures, with sheer amazing dexterities; if true exhaustion after hours of candy where one suffers a sugar-rush.) the balcony or balance or brilliance or peers at palaces to pinch something inalienable as we sense it might all come to existence the mind flaming the feeling yelling those undercurrents at under-planets so assisted by anxieties. to need for your happiness while here might be uneasy where selfish persons might opt in their own favor! (if distance means excitement or distance means comfort, I then opt for the greatest chasm.) but morning is observation this semi/quasi-alienation while looking into outstanding people—those fair souls those literary sensations or a moment to listen to a lecturer: as a second to disaffection or dissociation, while concerned I’m able to go into those spaces.         

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