childish wonder, when you take the rhinestoned teddy bear necklace you were given and feel its pains, and you look at its eyes, and know it was hurt on the flight, and stroke it, and laugh a long with your family at it, then return it to a safe place among other small animals and promise its security. and when you love this bear,
misdirected emotions, yet so wonderfully sporadic
older, can you afford these lost energies? everything is so calculated, calculated, but my calculator broke a while ago, and on the math test I had to borrow Kinza’s, so is it not enough for me to love my metal bear and stare into their eyes recognizing their aged stillness for my own, simultaneously on the early and late stairs of life, when society expects the peak, and is it not enough for me to be able to halt this time-without guilt, and though the clock ticks (must melt it by now!) can I not “pretend” “pretend” all these people, let me sink back, delve back, and my third crown chakra is hyper active, and something else is hypoactive, but activity should be null except for that which calls the least developed of energies, archeabacteria of the mind, first beings, simple beings, earliest life, and oldest at once, under water of course,…
