Thursday, February 18, 2021

I Was Fast Asleep: Cymbals Are Clanging

 

gray flames dirty/musky coals—more to miscalculation. social dehydration into lonely diamonds such filthy disconnection. an asylum of restraints a straightjacket for individualism—while we fight indecently. women with lonely courage of men with alien screams while so close we miss each other. raw/tender thunder. anxious/free misery. too much to just exist! 

an inner negligence an inner impala while clawing or gnawing sensibilities; certain churning a neat windmill a heavy whetstone. 

I was active in traffic I was lost in resistance I came to realize rebellion is illegal. 

leafless branches deciduous penalties while it’s never by decency. “I must unveil a mind-pit. such grit in you. but I admire more than assail.” 

thoughts roam planets. such blurry barriers. or more releveling.

  

but a monsoon too rich to claim love else so much flame skies break hostages. a ransom to endure such elegance it’s illegal while dearness is sweet by suggestion. a leopard’s wittiness an aye-aye night owl so asleep before you came. an uncrowded room feels claustrophobic. a black headed python feels tense. while crocodiles might permit aggravation.

 

it was deeper at times. it became wars for times. it vibrates to its reasoning. it depends on itself. it rarely laughs unnoticed. where we pass over happiness. such sad meanings. such realized fire. while trying to aid a regime. by lovely mention to swim through feelings as a child introduced to emotion.  

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