Monday, March 27, 2023

Postmodern Relations

 

Dislodged from his mirror, determined to return. Unearthed. Unregulated. Urgent.

Knowing remains unknown. Willing remains distant, unwilling became closer.

Wood burning. Trauma elixir. Penchant toleration.

Upon a suggestion, spoken precisely, to have touched the rough islands; accursed souls, endless jazz, deeper south, greater discomforts.

Logs piled high. Spiders scurrying. Grasshoppers leaping. Asleep on the inner fire.

Casual investigation. Arts collecting ghosts. Minds throwing voices. To have been too close, self-attacking itself, eating memories, proven inside, never uttered at church.

A mind to its interrogations.

A net tethered to a boat.

Reliving what we find in scriptures.

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