Colloquy

Everything that's new is new,
again.

Contentment eshewes the pre

tend to necessity,
let it be
frugally
forgotten but remembered,
distempered,
disillusioned

egalitarian dreams are proof that
life is and is not
what it seems
to see

meant to do this,
spent for purpose,
allegorically terse,
ambivalently perverse
until after

wards' incumbents
use words triumphant and
circumvent the
pretend

schön.

Compren...
Days are long while
years are short.

Contort your face
when news portends
ascending, deflecting,
reflection of rejection
presupposed subjective

realization of tomorrow's
elicit
illicit questions of today
such as, 'when will it pay?'

Off topic,
"[t]he earth moved," okay?

Displaying story

telling how beneficial
coming full circle
reminds us of beauti

full transgression,
righteous, still
until objections
surmount
the status

quid pro quo.

Like a contract.

You should know
how dangerous that word is;

How scary the world could be
if stationary
is a product to write upon
and the place from which we spawned
our discontent.

Optomism is the prism that
rainbows regress to
when science requests
too much of us.

Strange is the answer
disgusting
discussions
distrust.

The fallacy of now
is that later predisposes

and the past is that
thing that you just cant.

Coda

I hate missing you
but love that I get to(o).

Miss you...

Today is
tomorrow's
yesterday.

Same!

Different in
a way,

obliged to the past,

indifferent: Exact,

afraid though
intact,

exceptionally

abstract.

Without pain,

abstain, refrain,

retrain,

disregard fallacy and
eventually

explain

what cannot (full stop).

Begin again.

Absconded [Dedicated to AJP]

Like the ears to the eyes,
I've lost myself
for the ease of demise

and...

These are the soundtrack to my sleep.

I've never understood,
I always intro-speak.

And where I'm abandoned
I miss myself.

But give you me
in this moment,
however tenderly,
has in this memory
remembered.

A worthless cause to be forgotten,
the second, for which we are begotten.

Then the words don't come like they once used to,
phobic of the filter for what I've been through
though as I'm, perhaps, wont to do.
Forget aphasia. I'm just a fool.

Unable to forget;
If this is it
I choose to quit!

Remedy the challenge that is to be,
sadden the role of atrophy,
fear explanation of supposedly...
adjectives which diefy the apathy
of me.

Strange not feeling motivation again,
its [purposely] differen...ce,
enticingly insignificant,
peacefully belligerent;
Afraid of pacification.

When I was young,
my Dad explained to me
how tomorrow never comes.

Now I'm older and tomorrow
is all that I want.

It still makes sense to me now,

to always teach the why behind the how,
to never hide behind the hallowed ground.

Don't expect the words to come
'cause, fuck, they're always there.

Don't accept that their from
is the shake after the stare.

Don't incept,
do secure,
don't attempt
but do infer.

We recktify.
Choose against odds so specified
a pry to ply.

Derelict in conviction
and absent in inhibition.

My mind is made, in that I abstain
from fear that when convenient
forgets tomorrow for today's implicit
call for now

to begin.

Known to the righteous:

Original sin.