Thursday, June 25, 2020

I Can’t Ask For What I Can’t Give


by tender gristle heart torn while delicate fire. as never such those days of yore where she was existence. it becomes silence or simmering hostility while such thoughts occur: we all do by essence into a flame while pretending. if needs bleed out, if pain strikes a battle, we remember our palms at coals. to cherish so much into a touch where I’d give pure pottery: such green grass such impression as to watch Love with eternity. an inner television both channels atwitter so evolved as a contemporary agent. I’ll paint so largely or presume by intention while behaving as what I condemn: such a hypocrite or a survivor or an upset ecosystem. —for those ways as grimacing forward where one is entwined in remedy—by cute torture this island we succumb to surrendering those ethics or convictions. (it seems like, join us, or be destroyed by morals.) such indelicate insinuation, where one must protect a feature, such nectar pure rationalization. but, & this is key, if something separates us, we must attend to it, especially, if it’s wide spread. I should never ask of you such a cuff where I have forfeited my sleeve. as crooked flowers devoured or spat out where ideals are by privilege. or a certain orientation afforded certain groups while some behaviors are not available: to need a thought, as determined by insecurity, or to become pliable steel.

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