One soul will endure, similar to
cultures, a likeness akin to tragedies. Emotion is kinetic. (Others
will watch.) What we call as God will
erupt: people, esoteria, powers. I
was redundant in my suffering—people pointed it out; rather, eloquence of soul,
was received with ambition. I knew spirits
are with us; rowdy, bawdy, or enforcing souls; to cause curiosity, to haunt
adversaries, such spaces are prevalent in religiosity. There are ways to learn. We don’t do things accordingly. With cultures, blood, pain, and suffering
run into trenches. Of certainty, to
use what has been given, to unveil elements, to shock an opponent; true
bewilderment, overrunning faucets, (an appreciation for opponents, for they
give purpose to existence). Somewhat
selfish: not addicted to pain, as much as to reservoirs and offshoots—again, to
have life in the one opposed.
In a softer voice, rolling in skies,
lost to agendas and goals, with heaven seeming so colored; the side panel
angels, remarkable occurrences, made into logical patterns … I begin to realize
why most keep it to self, inside a given arena, whilst the lion is watching,
roaring, humble, untamed. Once people
know, they are reluctant to speak: some raise their hands, others take notes
and listen.
It was unusual on its account. It was by
folly—to have become iniquitous, to have access to difficulty;
(What we forfeit for both our souls and
identities!)
By light into a dark tunnel: (Most are
charged with sight).
With sounding human, it spins a web, at
some perception—it sounds reaching.
Indeed. One will ask for mercy. The
other is concerned with power. Many of us are passionately indifferent—despite,
the contradiction. We learn through feelers, tentacles, receptors.
On many levels—life is existence, and
both are misleading—and both need to feel heard.
