we
live by sacrifice or contradiction a salvo of agitations—the blue mind the red
shell or a turtle making headway. such artillery such mind/gunfire as souls
blank into midnight—needing flight begging if hoary if but to function one last
battle. by freedom to feel confused or negotiating something inside against
itself. by social-gospel or NT psychology where one might need psychiatry. if
but to medicate while Thorazine was popular, if but to ensure mental isolation.
upon a clipboard, pros versus cons, to discover it changes from second to
moment. a monument of war a treasure of madness so built as to refurbish. those
noetic swamps the noetic scar while aligning self is quite moving. so defined by self or such disclosure to
self while we design our turmoil—as rabid feelers adapted to environment while
needing such approval is far too crucial. by sensual touch or violet kisses
where mornings are their disguise—so left in Europe as we have forgotten
Africa, or better, we cherish Athens over Egypt—by furious favor as against
this reflection where one must project his orientation. such discredit or pure
discernment to find humans are always edgy: for rights or lucre or other people! those moss droppings or forests set to
meditation where a person knows her contradictions, her biases, her ever
changing decisions. either a looking
glass or an hour glass but souls are always vigilant: by tribal drums or Buddhist
rivers or Tibetan tigers—those wheels spinning those horses galloping or
muscles appearing to a young phantom.
we need an
assortment as the mind chases its affinity while intra-activity is disputing
brains. as sore to whispers upon a standing bridge while its connectors were
obliterated.
