Tuesday, December 29, 2020

Against Behaviors

 

it appears it was fruit or some metaphor while we blame woman. such denial, but if one participates, that one is culpable. however, most gentle or cryptic or elegant damsel—such a thief in soul such need for restitching where moons are romantic. a cuffed heart those bars such roots in tree bark; rings for centuries our aphoristic gardens or souls abased in time; by father to learn more by mother to socialize or by granny to connect wings. a man to his flower, a woman to her steel, where children seem our deliverance. but we need life or life requires sunshine such heroines in our storylines. such comfort as so digitized or too much to reason with; as aches simmer into disappointments, or fire is dropped in some pond, while so close it hurts to whisper. a hand in a crowd, or breath upon lips, or such riveting shock—to have died so early, while one tries so hard, but a portion of its mind is numb. such needs, as for magic berries, or some element permitting for intimacy. to love like flame while detached like execution where life is a great imbalance. sour reality in a jug of fear while trying disrupts activities—by force to behave by mistake to adore, in such shivering weather. rummaging hands where skies are raspberries or apricots or ice in pains to have believed against behaviors.     

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