Poetic Thoughts On Sunday...

My thoughts dwell on an unreal conception of desire...an artificial paradise where I compose heaven disregarding faithfulness...the elements of my creation...passion...sensuality...maybe love...I don't wish to cause suffering so I push myself out of human life disregarding any absolute...I feel innocent and true to myself...A dynamic devotion to the dream...no tragedy for me...I walk and speak with such soft fatalism surely I will escape reproach...I want to get outside of life with flesh...smiles...tears...words...walking on...past...beyond...unnoticed because of my passivity...non-suspect to cold...moral...sheepish borders...I warm ties and the glue unravels and detaches...I can be like a shadow on the wall...a sexual silhouette that the preoccupied is not privy to