with finding comes pain. many years palming my life. I
sense what you see, with miles between brains, asking for precision.
I was keen on it, reduced to insensitivities, with
strangers claiming my blueprints.
such brazen discomfort—a man ruins his life—with another
at her ear; I’m in awe of what was said.
“What?”
yes, lights are cheerful, souls are airs, forbidden to
connect; big bottomless marina, masks on, we have succeeded in our absence.
like a California minute, left spinning, an office is
not safe, privacy is not safe, nothing seems to be privacy.
I was at self yesterday. I divorced my cravings. I asked
myself, if possible, would you? the answer is, it would hurt too much.
as the chapter ends, anticipation grows, a good
answer, is mostly up to the reader.
I was keen on it, I left it alone, treated with
uneasiness; in many instances, albeit, arbitrary, one will decide what you
deserve.
I knew trust was complex. I knew something wasn’t
correct, time has proven those doubts; one will decide what you deserve.
one will cherish boundaries, another will abolish
boundaries, another will bend, belittle, or beg for boundaries.
I was asking quick questions, information leaked out,
therapy ensued; cards dealt, dice released, it changes with efforts.
I was keen on it. I missed it. it seems quite alarming;
I was reborn, newness of presence, pure metanoia, wiping away concern.
