Labeling Ideals

the design is unsettling, or perfect, but it tends to disappoint.

maybe a different thought, a bizarre thought, to say, something is flawed in the design.

I have a disposition. in adoring I still see. the intimacy between people is familiar, unique, and different. in this combination, images will appear.

the cherry tree if feathered by thoughts. acacia seems aesthetic. anthills seem impersonal.

to palm an acorn, thinking on life, the design, ideas might have reached humanity.

looking at wedgewood, disputing the name, one thinks of the failings. the souls the body needs, lost, winds waving into wilderness.

the bias comes with her soul. the tender anguish comes with her smile. the feelings are certain, uneasy, and existential.

—adolescent dreams, coming with idolization, if to arrive into adulthood—

some semblance of the dream, or some scar in essence, upon a feeling in fantasy.

it seems the world is writing from a vision, like fantasts observers, the many poets chasing, the few arriving, others watching, negotiating, writing with adrenaline and fervor.

it seems to sunshine the familiarity weakens the individualism—and the distinguished seem to fall in love.

the bias comes with minds, the drive comes by an aphrodisiac, the total consumption comes by a miracle in souls.

it becomes blasé to assert her beauty, to say she’s gorgeous—to utter something original, life capturing, something between the unexpecting fires—this is spirit and brine and artery.  

out of curiosity, made different, out of the ordinary, made glorious in our eyes. too familiar, same behavior, becoming behavior we disagree with.

so jejune to profess in terms made universal. so distinct to speak from the soul. so special but troubling to receive an adoring glance.

the bias of the matter is thinking in alignment with certain souls, unbeknownst to person those behaviors—with idealization awakening senses.