when violence occurs, big raw violence,
positionality is on the thaw.
this is where conclusion's half-life
is too long.
the inbreeding of belief
is still living in the dark.
what that belief stands for emotionally,
is undisclosed.
deep emotional miff-dom though,
has an open wound
but not decipherable
by these past actions taken.
motive has logical cognitive overwhelm to it.
we make it hard to understand as if sensible.
the illogical ice has melted
into violent action
but we see it as slippery when wet.
meltdowns have
more than surface tension active
but we want tally
based upon results of the hereafter.
blame is so far from source
as an audience response
as if polar opposites
that claim emotional kinship.
accusational is fitful unto itself.
it is as a gag-order resistance.
temporality can't produce motive
as the cause
and muddledom does not speak in tongues.
every violent act is hurting for embrace
but the timing for embrace is now,
far from the truth.
violence is isolation
inventing it's own action-speak
using a context as a launchpad of notice.
public and private are viable concerns
for these actions.
there is a logic applied for that
but the act of itself is loaded
with nameless and faceless,
despite whatever appears to be the claim.
real-cause is now an elixir
that has miserably failed
although the elements are highly reactive
in the now.
any substance mixed with emotion
that is decidedly explosive,
carries within itself
a baffling display
of muted cause-worthiness.
there is no one the wiser
for the results that abound
and the surround of baffled
and dismay on display.
newsworthy has a hook
for emotional concern
but getting to the cause,
getting to the real cause,
getting to the essence of the seat of the cause
is profoundly and resoundingly remote.
we, as a culture, do not live near integration of this kind.
we are phone-booth self isolationists in mind
but seriously emotional gathers,
wanting for heart to happen.
violence has a source way,
before buildup and blast
but wildly remote and deeply held within.
reactionism, as hidden response,
does not die naturally.
it festers as if the essence of a pearl-bomb
in the making,
and that pearl,
the one made into a pearl-bomb,
has layers and layers
of seething private emotional input.
but we remain uninvolved,
as self to self remote.
yes, there are signals and behavioral clues
but we are a nation of self as projection.
therefore there is a closet
of self very possible
and a pearl in the making
does not seek light.
irritants can become looming
on the inner landscape of self.
one can personally know,
but yet not self-acknowledge.
one can live around and with that festering.
we have that kind of self space
and privacy freedom,
all of the time,
as if it represent aloneness and isolation,
a distance away
from deeper connections of need.
violence can get your attention
but not really express
the essence of the distain
or the emotional means of the fester.
how far back into life does one go
to source the origin of this distain?
the collapse of expectation into vengefulness,
as the seeded-ness of the act-out to come?
self is the source of the mastery
but where within
does one reach within
from one-self to qualify?
is self-empathy the first course
of intimate self-conscious action?
birth is square one
so where from there do we,
as a people, self-start? . . .
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