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stream of consciousness

So I am told to stream myself in a channel of thoughts, I write slowly to ease into patience, forgiving the words that should not be written, only spoken in half-breaths and impulsive decisions. There are few corners into which I have not been pushed, and thus, told to push the envelope, I would much rather wander listlessly (palms trembling but pink nonetheless) without direction – some say call it tyranny like the strike-through print, the ancestors behind the print, between the lines are wrinkled lies disguised as saints. I often wonder if white lies are not more damaging than black ones and yet this color classification by connotation is really all quite problematic, in retrospect. In retrospect, repetition is a safety net for hesitation (in writing, but perhaps in real life, too) and is hesitation the child of insecurities or the children of insecurity? And where do plural and singular meet gently in the middle, no longer bumping heads but wrapping one pinky around the other as infants do their play companions. I miss those days – the morning blinks resounded only of optimism, ending neutral but never with pessimism. These days, it’s easier to fluctuate between (hypocritical) shades of neutral and resonate pessimism all along underneath in between I long for happiness of young.

stream of consciousness 1.2 (formatted)

So I am told 
to stream myself in a channel of thoughts, 
I write slowly to 
    ease into patience, 
forgiving the words that should not be written, 
(only spoken in 
        half-breaths and impulsive decisions)

There are few corners into which I have not been pushed, 
    and thus, told to push the envelope, I would much rather 
        wander listlessly (palms trembling but pink nonetheless) 
            without direction – some say call it tyranny 
    like the strike-through print, the ancestors behind the print, 
between the lines are 
wrinkled lies disguised as saints. 

I often wonder if white lies are not more damaging 
than black 
ones 
and yet this color classification 
by connotation is really all quite 
    problematic, in retrospect. In retrospect, 
repetition is a safety net for hesitation 

(in writing, but perhaps in real life, too) 

and is hesitation the child of insecurities or the 
    children of insecurity? 
And where do plural and singular meet gently 
in the middle, no longer 
bumping 
heads but wrapping one pinky around the other 
as infants do their play companions. 

I miss those days – the morning blinks 
    resounded 
only of optimism, ending neutral but never 
with pessimism. These days, it’s easier to fluctuate 
between (hypocritical) shades of neutral and 
resonate pessimism all 
    along underneath in between 
    I long for happiness of young.

stream of consciousness 1.3 (formatted + deletes)

to stream myself in channel of thoughts, 
I write slowly to 
    ease patience, 

forgiving words should not be written, 
(only spoken half-breaths and impulsive decisions)

few corners I have not pushed, 
     told to push, I would much rather 
         wander palms pink nonetheless 
             call it tyranny 
         strike-through ancestors, 
between 
wrinkled lies saints. 

if white lies are not more damaging 
than black 
ones 
yet color classification 
is really quite 
     problematic, in retrospect retrospect
repetition is safety 

(perhaps real life) 

and hesitation the child of insecurities or 
     children of insecurity? 
where plural and singular gently
in the middle, longer 
bumping 
heads wrapping pinky the other 
infants do play. 

the morning blinks 
     resounded 
only of optimism, neutral never 
pessimism. These easier to fluctuate
shades of neutral 
resonate pessimism all 
     along underneath in between 
     I long for happiness young.

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