Sunday, June 14, 2020

Signals Slip By Us


dear inadequacies by gut or stomach while they play on inferiority. to meet monsters so behaved where Love outwitted a polygraph. more to silence where vocality is vicious or ranting to mirrored intolerance. so attuned by smoke or fog or so furious those hands tremble. don’t unbolt, Love. don’t face our seas, Love. just ignore or die before confronting the python. indeed, such muddy/murky mayflies—or dear pirates while a man is such colored by skin. so deceived where people grow deaf while repentance is sweltering alone. by opaque behavior or rounds at games where both are stalemated.     so much energy, invested in an error, while one knows imprecation. or a sound second into a scary dream while listeners call it a nightmare. at wild thoughts as to have felt fireballs or to imagine one so devastated; as most are oblivious, they never indict, where conscience is never an issue.
            a thousand screams into a million widows while fury would become an unspoken orphan. his anthem or reasoning potential while his I.Q. is intimidating. moreover, our tacit amber or moonstone rejection where some are beyond gentle pathology: as ever premeditated, while never accidental, into topaz delirium.     (how to respond to pure disconnection?)     upon a sapphire rose or regathered to swim where tigers are around sunrise.     aqua eyes or aberrant beliefs while some study miscreants: our fascination or slant where we envy one so intensely. or to meet someone or to fret someone while we spoil our imagination.     (is it ever about others?) (is it ever altruistic?)
            upon a dandelion or julep hopes at something we impose upon.     such pain/beauty in Jeremiah. such prophecy/passion/anger in Zedekiah. or such forewarning in Hosea.     by miles or deep tests where humans are spirits.     organic waves as perpendicular pains where he shouldn’t have said that. systematic voltage or diced/minced humans after a tragic fall. (to imagine standing there, listening to such calamity, knowing responsibility while feigning desperate concern).     it puzzles to know un-conscienceness, or smaze filled futons, or a dark adversary.

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