Wednesday, July 8, 2020

Unscaled Maps Mix-Measure


upon a magazine I fathom: a person’s apology doesn’t determine forgiveness.
so many collisions such raw abandonment our palms washed near a birdbath. by voltage to demand respect, in such a swamp, a mayfly or a firebug. such by fumes or gases our faces buried near ostriches.
upon a zinnia or close to a jamesia to percolate as wondering if blackness is legal.
                                                how has it felt to lose our God?

by future we mean hopes by those days we mean pain by our birth we mean those great riddles.

a cup or a bowl such wild sweetbriers. anguish or dismissal or detriment, such cloudberries.

some minds are panel-less such chalkboards without erasers while we wonder how people get turned-out.     a man says to his daughter, so terrific a mystery, where others die to vitiate his determination.     a man feels like victimization. several giggle. while such a man should learn humanity: its waves its debate its grief!     most will come together, where it means so little, only a few will sit through a mania flag! such waterweeds or feeding leviathan where it often happens.     such as lowness or curves into crevices while agility wanes: those wheels those colors or remembering, it’s somewhat a life’s adventure.

it’s stinkweed or putrid behaviors or such solace by anguish. to hurt so intensely. to shed too many tears. while somewhat left to redeem self. a mount of army ants. a lonely machine. while wrapped in a person’s aura. or to look into a face, as it stares/glares back, so angry it never releases: it scrapes guts it maneuvers northbound it’s indigo: such cyan visions such hexagrams in concrete or soft a fret over hyssops. our land by fury, our fire by laughing, while it becomes blasé to crack a smile. by knapweed or terror or suffocation! such murk or dinge while denim says something about ink. so at a freesia moving by freedom or a man missing what he abandoned: as first responsible while a daughter is fretted intelligence where skills are set by streets: a rabid hypersensitivity, a maniacal alertness, while understanding does not determine conception.

by glass-doors or steel skies or so inclined to decide against opportunity. so inward a spear so futuristic a lance or so terribly unrealized: but so forward as running through marsh even tallgrass so close to apprehension. to abscond with self, armed by a torch raiding interior jungle: our better beings, or a desperate insanity, by breath of no control! those dry rivers those falling clouds where a world is sudden but inverted: a cascade of shadows, a dozen dragons, or days wrestling introspection.

                                    we come so close to destroying ourselves while blaming others.   

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