Sunday, February 28, 2021

(Humans) Struck by Our Adventure

 

by interior faces so traced by life so spatial.     the forgotten music, those mind strobes, with one more adventure.     I was born cavelike. I must explain. it was isolated disorder — as no one knew examples, everything is odd behavior, many weren’t curious for other worlds.     a soul breaks the demons are phantoms the demons are mirrors.     some sad tale or miles to justice, while still chasing.     what is given, in stale airwaves while physics become mental?     I met to seek grandiosity. some are repulsed. I was smitten.     as we look at ourselves where others dance some atypical opera. an exterior face, so much poker, with small pikers stretching screams. 

I vanish inside. I return inside. such spirit gristle.     searching into naïve spheres. a greater conflict. while women were holy.     some cage indeed – so far misunderstood – a man is his predicament. what to expect, the lines are blurry, where most needs are never discussed?     but a snapshot into a garden feeding koi or catfish … sutured by flame while life doesn’t look long, not as a kid running on tracks … a kickball frenzy, a family mismeasured while we travel to re-meet likeness. 

what fire therein such passion uncontained while hungry for raw desire. so happy with sullenness or chased into a room with monsters speaking gently. heretofore, a maniac in silence or a nervous leopard at a bout with her shadows.     some typical augury some prophetic parable where one loses in his adventure.     by trips deeper into forests. by pains deeper into persons. or a lucky person made clean for its hedge.     flushed faces feral fences too much uncontained guidance – to shun a mountain with signs at memories so close to resisting resistance.     instincts versus analyses, or passion versus doubt, or reason becomes impetuous. such majority in you sure curiosity in us too close to die completely.          some essence in shame while it felt terrific about pain like Jesus! 

nymphs are around sirens are melodious if but to love – yet reappear! damaged for trying messing with iron where too much transpired those years. such selfish horizon such centeredness while we need certain treatment. such power or prowess or poison; another route another worship ceremony another Eucharist; a soldier in ranks a warrior by arcs so much an energized omega. a cry for sinners a respect for change while we often dig in deeper – as souls gunning or requirements for solace if but creatures submit. or sweet conversation, a crumpet with tea, so trancelike such falling fever. as an altered man, sensing beauty, where delight is just in faces – no want but joy, no laughs by masks, just endearment for no greater reason – no ulterior motive. 

pure gravidity an animal’s shrill with classrooms chasing us. trembling one night or filled one night tossing or turning or flushed or uneasy as staring into us. 

too near to hear clearly, as stepping one stair at a time, the banister is near its sky. such torrid graffiti while horses frolic, I pet an elephant in the storehouse. 

so unrelenting seated aside a settee such memories of disdain. 

or a pained moment so much as unwelcomed where we train each other. 

our first journey is acquisition. our second journey is friends by family. our third journey is refixing the interior labyrinth.

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