what
might become of investigation?
/ I get
antsy inside / something is interrogating inside / a ladybug is near / I pat my
leg / it flies up and lands closer inside …
but
we never mention it, we just inhale it, something is meant to die.
how
many variances? when will I get vaccinated? how do we rush faster?
I was
shunning feelings. it seemed normal. I have played marbles inside. as a mosaic
or prosaic or thetic or metric creature.
those
emotions are all night long. the race is now ten months chasing. (I would like
to apologize) … to spirits or dreams, while I have another vision.
I would
one last seed or darkness as proficient or darkness as segue to insights — by valleys
inside or alleys embedded where we watch souls sell proclivities.
one
might admonish me or another might endorse me while many take sentences
seriously … so blighted at times, or ethically uneven, or watching while listening
— it can get silly!
I looked
at an infant / she spoke clearly / I saw something special … such precise
spearing such inedible emotion while kneeling on tarmac.
it
was unusual while clarified — we just say, “Such and such is offbeat.” a
scientist needs to unveil, a doctor needs to decode, or a therapist needs to
listen.
a
woman carries sharks. she unknits adolescence. she becomes a freedom fighter.
