The ways between sayings that tend to captivate or encourage the falsity of instances never meant or assumptions never postulated about. The unconscious urges to blame from autonomous space on any inkling that happens to fit for moments of memory necessary to mythologies we invent ourselves: to feel a bigger part of something, to be a human whole or part of something, of ourselves.
Backs bent to the work process against the wind that cuts its sharpness against our clothing; the sudden clouding and the low roar that senses itself between breaths or glances of scenery. Same ruts, these possible correlations that haunt and try to terry thought away from itself for instances of criminality, for whatever you need. Surely that one single line or happenstance of vocal pattern that made you feel for moments as though you were connected. A proxy to talk aloud to themselves, warning against the ever present dangers in such presentations.
What parts of my mind need these tethering mechanisms, as if all information was already existing and shared for everybody or a personal discovery that must be guarded and sheltered. If thought is free anyway, such triviality doesn’t necessitate an answer; we are a continuance of our own thought lives and conditioning according to situational interruption. A situation must be an interruption to a characterization, figuring apart the relevance was invented to cage and trap relevant response from people expected in complete silence and stoic, un-moving archetypes.
The ways and or theory drives; the information reliability and necessity in actual chance and continual change for natural chaos to interweave our capabilities in motion and thoughtfulness. The ways I drag; anxiety for the places anyone might see or the protection of transparency as a threat against those threatening wonders of possible shared space or assumptions therein or any particular instance or misunderstanding.
Isolation of mind events, the protections imagined sacrificed themselves immediately and left bare and naked defenseless still asking for nothing against presence of everything, everywhere. Coincidence and accident, these ever escaping to the sudden inspirations and wonderment at new thought finding itself any number of grips to count from and rehearsing the necessary steps before any rhythm is present. The rage and frustration at the confusions caused by apriory in assumptions of outside involvement and fabricated instances of similarities that confuse and cause the illusion of interactions for the benefit of mythical power.
The collective being we are as earth; the body that we exist within as biological figures and the universe beyond us so surely set to censures, cursors and allowance rhetoric; none will ever find that nothingness which is everything. Attainability and empirical assumption: assuming every answer you have is at least a bit false, or could be given the proper predicaments, rubbing against the set value systems we are told this universe in yes or no answers, as if there are only ever two options for a process and beyond that the ultimatums choke out the relevance of those ultimately corrected.
Hopefully, not a process toward correctness or absolutes; those cornered places interrogated to the point of murderous stupidity or withheld for the grief of predetermined probabilities. Watched the cast ease float a predicament and dismantle itself in quickened flurries or frustrated acceptability deliveries of constructs meant to destruct the ongoing negligence and ignorance easily led about by most formulated regard for metaphysical data. Somewhere in the back of my mind, or while I was sleeping, any number of monsters progressed to groups of three and danced to the rhythm imagining me in intervals of heart beat.
Each faced with horror or remorse or unabiding and partial, with constituent parts hanging apart for interruption or inspiration. What surprises we feed ourselves for the formulate of values and postures in moral; irresponsible unconscious urges watching beasties running about and blushing themselves into terrifying corners of manipulation or manufacture.
