How can is act decisively in eyes that stare from other angles? Why does is always assume that there is time to spare? there is no more time, there is no more spare. Despair is, is it not? Unless there is time, In which case is can continue watching on the sly.
Is, the pretense past. Or is the pretense past? In any case (and at this point is can only hope) the scraping is enveloping the desolate heart; appealing to, or emoting into that rugged gatekeeper of childhood; morphology of dreamscape.
Unexpected, unassumed, and unheralded. That waffling film is being grasped. Being, with the orthodox vantage, sees is clinging, but whatever. That's and was. Being...absolute clarity, unflinching vision, pure spirit, nowhere and no chance to run. Unless you find an angle or two. Is, is it not?
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I can see a lot of new things in this post. I like it as whole, but there is a rhythm to your thoughts and words that is constantly interupted. It seems like that's what you want to have happen, but its so much so that I have to focus to let my self absorb what is being said. At times I am just kicked right out.
I love this line!!!
"Being, with the orthodox vantage, sees 'is' clinging, but whatever. That's and was."
That is a good point. It addresses the question that I have had about writing for a while. Am I writing for myself, or somebody else. It is obviously not just for myself, because then why am I posting it? In a way, I make it intentionally cryptic. Without the ultimate context, which can only be attained by being me, the reader will be kicked right out. Of course that context can be developed, but I get impatient with descriptive narrative, I feel an urge to get right to the point.
The balance that I try to strike is to word things in such a way that certain phrases and concepts can resonate with somebody no matter the context and vantage point. I want the reader to incorporate things into their own context. To interpret it as they will without me having to shove the interpretation down their throat.
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