enthusiasms of my constitution overwhelm
and I encounter the consequence of your self-care
as solicitations to convene are trammeled
in a preemptive
disparaging
inquisition
recollections of sobby Sufistic* slurrings
enshroud the pretense of concern
you equivocate
and I must rate
the gradient of me you may tolerate
wherein I am the distresser
and you
the diaphanously delicate petal
wilting at the exposure of the ever fluxing experience of me
poised to weed any taxing envelopments
the nature of said inquest goads a humorous reflexivity
wherein the veracity of such a report is at most, tenuous
for neither you nor I can be pinned to such charts of legitimacy
though should we venture to claw beyond umbilical scarring
digging past the upper and lower mantle of our potential
there we may find the essence of our own mutability
to where our convoluted connections of understanding are recognized
and we no longer need to react
in fear
as these insufferable times engineer
the carreening of our energies
to where you
will soon wander
the state above
to lose the account
of your own regard
*Mostly fanaa, yet thought as somewhere between ghanood and adraak, though shahood has been noted. (As the undoctrinated facetiously references stages of Muraqaba, with as much respect as possible.)
“Credulous at best, your desire to believe in angels in the hearts of men.
Pull your head on out your hippy haze and give a listen.
Shouldn't have to say it all again.
The universe is hostile. so Impersonal. devour to survive.
So it is. So it's always been.”
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