Friday, March 12, 2021

Life Is Its Submission

 

series in melody a believer in numen a delight to walk closer. as fire would blaze such fragmented firebrand surreal enlightened forest. (is it delivered while it suffers detached from its arc lamp?) we never know. certainty is afforded numbers. most worship mathematics. to break algorithms to digitize human plights such distance disturbs while we submit. so difficult or a flare where skies light up like fireworks. so near feeling like research or some alien project. if a person would. it takes something soul-fire. it relates stronger than words. some remote place if behind hearts such daring fluorescence.

I made disbelief in order to shun a position some are reduced to absurdity.

            we have a disagreement. one woman is disgraced, another is held in high esteem.

            it becomes behavior, beauty, honesty, or something irresistible. we, however, are disinterested in that.

            glaring twinkle in somber eyes where we sense despair. so automatic or mechanical or late a dear romance: one seated inside, with his flashbulb or flashlight, so kind or dear or raw. those privacies, as we need desperately, if one would say, “I believe in you.” too tender. so jungle restricted. so wild or reserved as masculinity means never an emotion. or softer seconds a gleam in soul an illumination in familiarity.

            such a glow prior to the rat race so wild in silence.

            I see skin or resolve or insoluble pressures. as mysterious universe some compartment where we analyze existence. those with incandescence those with super-fire as conscious souls so awakened by human suffering. as abandoned to carrying or caring such cartilage in brains.

            a movie on replay as watching attentively if but to glean another identity.

            such reeling anguish such dear happiness while personality depicts enough to fall into love.

            sweet luminescence or bulbs flashing or watts in reserve. so much a lamp abused by insincerity while so wild it starts to hurt. a lovable creature, a conscious soul, such super-endurance or super-awareness.

            a chapter is closing an introduction is complete, a book is set for submission.  

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