In a space, relieving myself of fever whispering dreamy limits.
Destitutely being swept along, not for long, living to be in service, appreciated, indeed.
Money matters most, in situations like people breaking bones and cutting beauty for fear like panicked eyes, ear to ear, teeth-baring, salive spitting howels because the darkness is attacking. I don't know and I don't know. Scaring the children into scaring the children.
I can feel filthy; pleasant conversations vainly radiating liberal sensations of mock understanding, skin-deep is what is creating.
For fear of life? For fear of trifling? For loving addictions, satisfying ones own pleasant predictions in mock religion? For wasting.
And yet wisdom, age-old; behold facets manifold gained through pain of unknowing. Being the mind-blowing, mindfully not knowing.
Walking brightly, while blindly going.