when we would interact
I used to get
(and I won't say from you)
a sense that I had you
sometimes
taxed.
Now don't.
Interrupt when
I've finished this thought!
Please, cool - oh okay! You weren't
going to? Sorry and
sometimes
taxed.
Now don't.
Interrupt when
I've finished this thought!
Please, cool - oh okay! You weren't
going to? Sorry and
sweet, then,
although
I should say
the taxation occurred
between two lines
I perceived dimly-drawn.
The line below: what
you were willing to invest.
Whether 'cause you should,
or some other reason found best
and the line just a neat or a tall
stretch above: the line of what
you wanted to invest.
although
I should say
the taxation occurred
between two lines
I perceived dimly-drawn.
The line below: what
you were willing to invest.
Whether 'cause you should,
or some other reason found best
and the line just a neat or a tall
stretch above: the line of what
you wanted to invest.
O love, no don't no don't say
it is or isn't so. It's none of my
business I don't need to know! But,
in any case, no or small vexation
occurred, just as far as my keen
intuition could blur.
Just one line combining everything
else you should do,
and a higher line:
the specific thing(s) you might want to - or
definitely did! - but at some point, one must
dismiss frivolity
at the point
of a gun
and demand back to work
back to life
back to things that, if done
actually, bear fruits with wings!
Not some wallow in a mire morass
of made two. Turned up to molten gold
in a cauldron so cool, just because
it leaves a glow
that could sure, get you through
some things.
It's the others we were put here
to do.
Okay. That's it! Now, I maybe
so bold?
It's only the impression I got now
and then. No, not from your tone!
Your tone was fully-given and shone
like ten! In your voice, I would glean
subtle glimmers of this. Which includes
also tone, but in only subtle ways
and shades that flit, and in power
of selection: in concisions
you'd cut, to contrast
with every fanciest
flight of your smoke up my
- no, not "butt!"
Behave, grow up! My idea of you, is
where that smoke flew, I assure you
I don't keep my idea of you up there. It's
a realist depiction in accurate limn and
limb and form of someone whose reason
and judgment holds win. Plus okay, a few
strokes of sentiment's art, in the jagged
beaten halo glows that array 'round that
sainted head of yours, in which lurked
fair play, goaded on and powered by
that animal mineral cognitive
subliminal heart.
Oh sure, a foul play or two, whether
glimmered in the edges of intent, or
cracked through! But that's all in
the rules. It's all part of the game
inferred in what is surely sport, cavorting
in pain and leaping in costumes to fields
like champs! Hot after whichever children's
toy has been tossed in-bounds as-if legal
- or legally introduced, let's say - by mutually
feline houndish offer, accept (balls, pucks,
bats, wickets, hey - whatever the heck
or fuck may be deemed or deigned cricket
by a judge!)
And we have two of those, and
they both seem fair. Wait.
I lost my point back there, and
will have to fudge forward as if
on a dare!
My point. I forget which way I'm trying
to break, sometimes. The biggest point is
it isn't, never was a game, but I suspect
taxation, when in consequence of a difference
between gotta and wanna give, is no nuisance
inevitable on the way to death, but an actual
benison! Anyway, whatever it was I saw
I was always grateful. And double anyway,
I rarely saw it. Just a flicker and ricochet
shine off some high-gloss surface in mind,
from a laser-point emitter (that's you)
playing not tricks or treats, but true.
It all builds up in pattern recognition
at some point
and you go "wait - HUH?"
Usually false alarm. You were saying?
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