pain
is courtship, desolate thoughts, to have been with her so long. an inner
tambourine a musical cinema so displaced it feels normal. to miss a pothole or
to feel sucked inward as a soul drinks his diesel. pain is prehistoric, where
happiness is alpha, but we cultivate our interior—in hope of reestablishing our
beginning.
a person grows in boldness. a jackal
haunts a rabbit. a hippopotamus might snap.
venom is in a shell. some snakes may
fly, they look glorious, we take film footage.
I was listening to thoughts.
it seemed too much. I wondered about others—
those few exhibiting
talents, a bit snazzy with operations, to conclude, it gets to all its
creatures. as leaping volts or cagey cats while sensitivities grow stronger.
two are close they
share a miracle they have kids. a swan running upon water. a deeper mind skill.
a symbol alike to an albatross.
such rhythm in gestures, such
effusion in smiles such longing to escape as one might fly.
another feeling while they infuse
skies, it seems we rarely act in accordance. a peregrine in tunnels a sparrow
on high or to know by knowing self: expectations, dos & don’ts, while I have
another issue—
if deception is law,
while never getting correct, please leave us alone!
it’s dropping to
lowness. such a cycle. while I observed it decreasing. a higher poem is
noticed. a lower poem is felt. while we might chase a rainbow. such true love
or too circumspect while a mind is in its ambiance.
thinking of Beetle
Juice—
such a character,
akin to a manic lifestyle!
once trust has died, we
know its cliché, while dancing becomes eminent. by wrath initially. by courage
secondarily. by survival in its jungle.
but pain is relatable,
often rational, or an entity with an apparatus. I’ve said a little. I’ve
cleansed wings. I’ve consulted with giants.
