the dots are gone, my throat hurts.
broad-chested and serious-looking
i always wear my lips the same
i always keep my eyes wide
if i were speaking my diction would be impeccable.
why do you stare at yourself in the mirror?
what else should i stare at?
i love those one liners to defeat the image of that person less clever than i am.
the one who i feel sorry for asking the question in the first place
i feel sorry for that part of myself
but without him the other wouldn't feel so witty and strong willed.
should i tell him to leave or is it healthy?
what are you, schizophrenic?
no. i play games... and never use capitols.
we like the way we look and look at each other
now thinking back the extent to which this duality exists is absurd
i create specifics, and leave out specifics.
you are all a portrait in myself in 4 dimensions
they way you look, move, and respond
but most of all -the way i think you think pre/post response.
mostly (possibly always) i create what i want to hear,
require to hear?
but occasionally what i do/n't
(do/n't includes definite decision and direction)
(it evades indecision by being direct. it is ideal)
someday belief of, (the portrait) adjacent to hope
proves something.
proves that these portraits can be so absurd,
not because they exist in great detail,
but they gravitate towards the ideal portrait
and i (i) resist the willingness to change them for accuracy.
which means re-visiting situations,
like fighting the same war because you never bothered to document the old one.
this is recurring, this is why we read history books.
this happens to me because i don't read history books,
i don't keep history books.
i wouldn't read my history books.
