Sunday, February 21, 2021

Pictureless Existence

 

like a voiceless brick so stressed so much nonpurpose. like a carnival we take rides we pay fares. so afar or so near while debating existence. to each his woes. to life its variety. or better, to skies our restraints. one will listen to three, side with one, as turning on all souls. such a chantress so many mantras at nakedness so familiar. a desert is a mannikin a mind is a ventriloquist—while gut is a fireball. so brilliant such our worlds such trump-tight. upon a diamond as remorse seems alien such orientation—a mile to justice trekking a mudslide as slipping, losing his grip. such zillion-dollar habits, such trillion-dollar addictions, while nothing treats us worse; a field of foxes a soul of Samson while wrestling invisibility. such a second to emote a gorilla as such to skip necessity.

            an angry man finds pain. a happy man ignores pain. an uninformed man skates like a breeze. or something lingers an uneasiness while life looks emoted. by epitome of love by dearness of affection by neurons haywire. a creature of his feelings where it looks mutual, but they still attack.

            those miseries those soundless trees at unphysical understanding. so shapeless so vexed at a fount in Vegas. such gambling most at tables while a center attraction. we need wisdom to figure humans while most repeat a cycle. so done before, as so new to us, while trying immortalization.

            by dolor to sink while drained of reason. they never tell, in eyes filled, where understanding permits intensity.

            I imagine where it stings, a scorpion gunning, sure into deliberation. certain fission so sublime where actions tend not to speak. a frenzy inside a bother in sugarcane such nectar poured into cups. by doctrine to behave by rules not to scream while things are designed to mitigate—as in fire or emotion or another misperceiving; but flame as unspoken a man carries a mountain.

            by prestige to capture while keeping is responsibility. often, we visit. often, we leave. often, something new is shadowed by several decades.              

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