Monday, February 15, 2021

Many Will Rebut: “I Have a Clue.”

 

often into dreams some loud falsetto announcing the grave visit; such skeletons in daylight such soprano skies—it never mattered so bladder struck so hungover. the wreck is limited it has a loophole just try harder!

            would listen to behaviors. they disagree with conviction. we need to believe ours is exempt.

            daily coasting or deliberate participation, as in my own existence. we might love reasoning, where it’s applied, such action to un-whelm me. a table of crystalware a small cup, for a child lives here; some space, I become feelings, with need for precision; a vacuum revs water is running, soft scents are wafting. gothic sounds women scratching vocals minds screeching boards. so reimagined such aridity while a living room becomes muddy desert. we need souls as grazing literature or cuffed to revamping the reprobate.

            do you see clearly? is there a magnifying glass in there? are you precise in evaluation?

            teardrops to filthy carpet a blanket a doll or watching what happens. a child eating, just about anything, including a television wire. I survived but a question why wasn’t loose wires wrapped with duct tape? too poor? too uninterested? a strange nonchalance?

            my mirage is peaceful a cross as a symbol or often a bit wrong. sullen beauty or uneasy appeal attempting a different stratum: a keystone death, as unveiled breath, so little for fire; days run ramped or hours at some task, while it means so much. so much to one losing his entire life investing his mind to phantasms. a firkin of integrity a park of strays a tree such pain; as branches tremble or leaves cry-out while underbrush is taking notation.

            sleep is seldom or gloss in normal until eyes become dissertations. a thesis-pang a bachelors in condition a masters in rain. so much his pursuit so calm while unaffected so ill when pledging love. a postulate for reasons, if pride was enough, while America is designed—to speak to it: k-12, then college, then a career plus family; such deviation, while asking for clearance, but America is indifferent. to change hearts to reknit identity while worked against by self.

            so stoic so incorrect while colors remain indicative.   

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