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| Looking in a mirror for monsters, knowing they lurk behind me. You say, I missed something. Don’t worry about encouraging me. A child sits in the corner. I’m with him between the bells that echo down long halls traversed, looking for them: hidden monsters meaning evil. When I see your expression, I try to read for him, having been schooled for life in fortress, in towers I man, scanning horizons. I usher him out to sunny fields, vault-forests of wonder, when safe a small boy pretend plays. Eventually, it has to rain. And we splash. It also snows, and we build long tunnels and forts we call our igloos, tend to ourselves. We scan the avenues, aspect of letting others join, as many could enter, not forewarned: Few stay; less return. And I wonder why a waggled finger curls to change tide, sending me out to inspect what you have built. What game we will play? He seldom comes out now, in any weather — looks to walls, down narrowing halls infinite, longs to still play pretend. 4.20.22 4.22.22 edit 12.4.23 edit for breaks, emphasis on key investigations and impactful words/phrases Listening to ‘Mad World’ by Gary Jules Rejection is difficult if you have no way to deal, as a kid, or overcorrect. Do overs narrow with the troublesome aspect of getting it right the next time, building anxiety, thickening skin that can seem … callous? Dearly, I want to be authentic and genuine, but you lose that little kid trying to fit in. We sit together but remain far apart from origins. I can see how placating can cause an identity rift, disassociation with true self, that tangibly goes not by ideology (building a lifetime) but ignorance to do self-fulfilling stuff, having no true balance that takes guidance, instruction, a responsible adult, one who will take responsibility for themselves and not let a child muss it all up. We have no way of knowing who has the reins on psyche, but external forces clearly play a role in subterfuge causing chaos and confusion that clear thinking adults can either consult or cut through the bullshit…for the trapped child. Innocence is lost inside each. This is where I get lost myself. 12.4.22 To so-called, would-be peers who act like indifferent dictators, wannabe Machiavellians more like villains, controlling narrative, audibly whispering coded subtext that could provoke a fool to jab at wooly-veiled monsters. (just off the top of my ‘sore’ head) |
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