Friday, February 26, 2021

Adults Are Reconditioning

 

it must be humor, or tragic flame inside a sunflower. convictions outdated or pain elated while Love is hysterical. fighting to exist or ignoring for survival or so difficult people hate you.

a wistful whisper a wrangling wind such wealth into a weasel.

to die in anguish or to adore a snake with pure dysfunction. a party of sorrows a gift in happiness so much courage to argue. cirrus skies or nebulous kisses as we need a first repeated encounter. a believer in goodness as it gets vague at so many social scenes.

dealing as an amateur trying in a kingdom where Jimmy has been intuitive sense five.

a firebird a sunbird as sensing dying is illegal. a fair adjustment so many too infantile while self-privilege became enormous. such familiar habits upon a monocle where most teeter through existence.

a battle to adore you, a fight to heal you, over thirty years of debris.

at an asylum, where they would visit, so abandoned to a mistake—the furious news, while Love was an object a man going through energies.

too gifted to die, dying, nonetheless, while it never meant it would register. acute lies or devastation, where a low medium has approached your sunshine. such useless friendship. such rigorous forgiveness. as close enough to find a weakness!

some typical klutz as stepping over snares while others are worrying. so boxed into a region, so unboxed mentally, while often we lie.

if untangled those souls would whistle some island interior at pains to adjust to you. a beautiful massacre such intestines splayed asunder, if but to love as freedom protects!

or upon timbre so spatial so treasured … to live forever – as coming into wilderness – such sweet/sour conditioning.   

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