Dedective Disposition

A lot of my time lately I've spent doing deductive reasoning. The search for answers. Some soul searching.

In the context of my dis-belief and curiosity

Today, I missed taking my sedative. My day at work was a struggle. (I made it through arduously.) Now, as I reflect on the day that was. . . it signified something. Yesterday was an equally tough day to overcome, which I reflected upon. For the same reasons (of which I will not get into length upon), I see myself in fear of happiness.

A dream in ecosystem

A dream like
I'm still in it
as though my valley
of the sun.

I dance with no displaced nature, my
taste for appreciation.

My feet not aprehended in chains
of defeat.

That is done in honor.

My sense of living duty-free.

This, my inherent obligation
to exist in time an inhibited outward state.

My spirit is 'consequence'.

Anti-Conceptual

There is nothing wrong in my approach if danger.
My will - will not be broken.
My spirit not to cry before judge and jury.
If false accusation -
heaven and in pride I come to it.

Restrained in Thought

Shadow of my love,
the choice is an adequate sum of my limitations.
Trust, honesty, good judgment;
these are things that I adopt quality of life.
A sparkle in my touch,
I feel will not resist the change.
I do not reduce myself, I appeal to intuition.
I do compare my result to my image,
my respect to my development.
There is nothing I have lost
in need of search.
I count on blessings upon my island,
beseiged in thunder.
I forget responsibility and take no regret.
I have a curious head space
that grows less furious.
I own.
I anticipate the task.
I say I can.