Monday, February 22, 2021

Smoky Skies

 

a ghetto wolf a baby monster such cognitive skills. to admit trauma, as a younger person, is to admit dysfunction, abnormality, or plain disaffection.

was mommy loving, was pops reinforcing, a high ego disguising pain. so many padlocks such a need for a coach, while too distressed to trust.

I skate further, as aware of the function, while designed by nature. so nurtured in ways, as to listen in ways, too far gone in ways. semi-full semi-starving while some things are indicative of humans. so understudied so underground while developing at a rapid pace. but was she nice was life sweet was a child told he will succeed? so much as asking for a hydrant, a machine, while most were shown healthy! nevertheless, we hit traffic we left backwoods we drifted into the winds. a ghostman a wolverine while functioning nonfunctionally.

a Christ in souls a moon in spirits so adjusted as inadequate. to take a goblet to notice behaviors while blacksmithing self. a chiseler a woodworker a welder. a mirrorman a disappearing man so fortunate to know a few claiming normal. but affection needed, or numbness colder, aside a creek pitching quarters. to fiddle a garter snake to laugh with a lizard or stumbling into a diamond factory.

it seems weird to me, this thing in people, while it develops in me. so strange to expect so easy to agitate while we function according to our environment. so much a leap such a tale in quantum physics while souls are made for research. a last thought, where it seems obvious, we assess normal based upon our surroundings.    

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