Wednesday, December 8, 2021

Experiential Fact

 

remembering into self, couldn’t, wouldn’t, shed scales; such hissing in regions, bushes forming branches, thoughts heaving for wisdom; mosquito bitten, bumps made indicative—of life, anguish rendition, chasing what can’t be: bliss of a child, loyalty inconspicuous, some, nonetheless, enjoy beauty, essence, drama, belief. compacted into humanity, using utilities, moving, vying, maneuvering through existence; soft recognition, peeved intuition, made pensive, unbeknownst to its agency; more susceptible, if more motion, bled of perception. lines can’t picture faces, some get closer, others watch, marveling, amazed by mosaic verbs; many treasures, still not acquitted, made into something—mere existence. an inner wound, a societal lesion, floating higher, into arms, dunked in with piranhas; seeking self as savior, feeling green, reaching into winds.   

I’d Save The Reader Years

    The beat becomes sickness. A long crucible—a drilling ecstasy. I was losing focus, feeling forbidden, if to self, if to mirrors. So curs...