The New Dialogue to be counted in with the reckless assembly, the bristles of harm- it seems like a cacophonous ending, a tepid end to an otherwise victorious aura. the outline that once hung around another one seemed bright and full of excess dandelions, a surplus, cyclical like the distribution of water in a fountain. but alas, the cyclical does not necessarily mean secure in some corners, some distant unobserved star needs to be pined for, and it is not just a simple question of exalting the ethereal unknown. it seems compelling to confront that anxiety of having the upper hand and being at fault in a way, to understand that there are thickets that are procured by a crushing quantity, to make space for the world of appearances, stepping back from a sense of clear understanding just in order to point ones gun in the right direction at a later date. still, there are ambassadors for shelter and also going forward who warn about guilt- in a way they are correct but truthfully there are so many pitfalls in accepting the professed love, unconditional issuing from these interactions. theres a life to be lived beside others- one in which a stern gaze is cast on things, matters beyond immediate understanding. it can exist beside the hay bales of whimsy and complacency, i think, because the five senses exist beside one another as well. its a time when things seem to be under the threat of being debunked, and thats the one question: is contradiction still not apparent enough to be seen at first glance? i suppose theres that strange aftertaste of domination that comes with certain positionalities, it has to be brought to the surface and judged. i may be in this because i myself am a monster, or i may actually be sounding a call for something else, whether a personal return or a praise for better communication and relations in the restless, spiky dew. i need to restore and correct, because i left off at a page in healing where i was just being asked what my moral compass was. i said my oft-repeated answer- i am in a headlock. it feels that way, so there is no other morality. i never knew if in that exchange my plea was taken as grounded or manipulative. and i can never know, perhaps. something about this reminds me of the way a thinker tried to identify the realm of shadows, and it is because there is always a topos that creates identity. theres always the figures whose faults are glossed over because of the audacity they represent- somewhere where ones own audacity yearns for but has not gone yet. and the crease between this is a cliff. you never know it until you are asked to give forth your earnings in a bold faced interaction, full of judgment that is just as rigid as the prevailing kind even if it is from a different imperative. the burden of the crowdedness and expansiveness of everything creates morality and also the breakup there of. is the light in my eyes still untainted? can there be redemption? is this a crime? the droplets of parachutes and the extinguishing of fires have littered and bridged my life. i cant let go of the thread that lets these idols and choruses speak.
Posted on: Fri, 25 Oct 2013 05:52:20 +0000
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