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Futile Attempts

Updated on November 9, 2012
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Dreaming ...

taking, talking, instructing -

Mulling around the abyss ...

Sneaking in, inside, spying and doing

in the dark, quiet, mindful, exploring.

Mallet in the left -

Knocking down pegs -

One, another wont budge ...

"It's not the tool! Damn fool!"

(Got to get underneath it)

Investigatory ... Can't reach it.

No triumph there ...

Wait, think, sit, be.

Starring at it. Eyes torch it!

Every speck, slow motion, craving,

urges, yearnings, ongoing and swirling,

caving in -

Busy 'being' in that matter.

Gazing God: (with a shrug and a shod) -

Walk on that crutch!

Unleashing a whirlwind of eruption.

Watching constancy constantly appearing

to spill over -

Caught up in what wrought the gathering.

The wrinkle that brought that on ...

Discussed, confronted, knowing that

explicit outreaching, intent

intending that perspective ...

Distorting that numb, neurotic pull -

Disavowing and touting that

consciousness depicts so

learned and predictable

and dependable, though

transferable, that transcendental, adamant,

competitive, reneging that repertoire,

though, negotiable when eyes fall from

fifty-thousands more pegs -

Those needs in the distance

and routine maintenance, hastens,

loosening ... across the only bridge ...

Agape. Honing in and as solid as it seems ...

With hand over eye and in between, and

against the weight of that lighting -

Such a torturous dream ...

Where the landscapes there seem,

and swaying ... In those senses -

And fighting some dormant, departing scene ...

Before the dig, depicting, constrained:

Woe to the 'soul-excavator' remained

and wears a hardhat

risking that novelty -

A very narrow rut, though

functioning and seemingly developed within

the confines of loosening that strap!

That knot! Never minding those warnings -

Those sought out protections against

all speculations, majestrations weave and

wear the cast dye with answers flaring

when asking, "Why?" and where

to hence it forth again, of course, and

unless at the beginning, or the end ...

They all died without awareness in their step.

Never stopped for reasoning, only

mortification, humiliation

and holy sacraments shall prevail!

Warranting approval in

relation to whatever shall

bewilder and bemuse, to hail

just long enough to shoulder some burden

to bear any resemblance to that

which appears worth allowing to

wear repercussions, sinking in that

devastation ... remodeling

always according to desires

destructive to evolving to ....

Disassociating for the dismembering

as we're dismantling in a few ...

Disemboweling moments dissolving

those infrequent -

Listening to eventual, disowning, dispersing,

dislodging, futil attempts to

regain, train, pertaining to

what regulates and refrains from, ascertains

assuming what is fruitless, fruitful or askew ...

And, obviously hopeless while

banging off all things continuously

killed, but eventually -

Made new again.


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      Martin Kloess 4 years ago from San Francisco

      Thank you for this insightful journey.

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      CMarie 4 years ago from York, Maine

      Thank you Mhatteroo for taking the time out to read. I really appreciate it. I'm gonna come over and take a look at what you've been up to.

    • arb profile image

      arb 4 years ago from oregon

      That they are made new again, is hope renewed, relived and opportunity to do it better. A wonderful write!

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      CMarie 4 years ago from York, Maine

      Thanks again arb ... this is one of my better pieces and took a long time to put into words. Thank you for noticing.

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