to live with
disingenuous as an initial probing method
to joyously watch
cynicism fending off sincerity’s attack
to be fully aware
when ever-bothering wanders off
outliving any true concern
to be fully present
just when the exact moment that naming everything
is subtlety defeated by connectivity
to live within the cloudburst
when consummate becomes one thunderous
uproarious laugh
to be fully aware within the overwhelming deluge
when the realization of vast inundates the mind
to live within the embarrassment
when art itself formally objects to human surveillance
to live for the first day
dignity has no form of presentation or carriage
to realize when
happiness on a timeline, is a burning fuse
only attempting to outrun depression or despair
to be present
when every victimless crime is discovered
to still have a moral to its story
and for one to personally know
that if you make my day
I will definitely need a rebuild
out of necessity
to fully realize how happy can one be
and still have complete surveillance of that process
and for one to confidently feel
that when tending the fire
is a form of warming up to its blaze.
and to contemplatively question,
how hard can ‘it’ be,
any ‘it’ be,
if ‘it’ actually has no form or mass?
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