Good Unto You

This moment brings the pain. All about me are insane. I look at my toes and see infection forced on me. I am purity. You are all floosies and liars. No mind is with me. I just cut off the tips of the beans to show they were picked my me that day. Acknowledgement is fatal. Communities lie, and I just gentlely say, get away. The fingertips are his. Messages are not the way. Movement is the reality for me and anyone who comes into my vicinity. Infection is all of you. Sexuality of all nations is digusting. Skin belies the truth. No ritual will get you free. There is no feeling in me for any elliptical entity out there. I am not niave. I am artistry and a bemusing muse for creatures who long to be. I love no one. I use the word as an expression of that which does not exist. I am in plain sight, and at any time they can make it right. I know that nothing favorable is to be. I know that no one loves or will love me. I just move forward and create in a loving way. Brutal cruelty to be is the vote of every nation. I can't do anything about it. I hold my head, and be positivity and comedy as much as I can be. There is no civilization or man who is going to save me. I am docile, but not free. It is not powerful to make fun of me, or to try and cage me as an ultimate remedy. It is powerful to take this kind of pain and live with dignity. The stars are in my pocket and I will be a comet today to Pluto who was deceived and lives all lonely. In that moment, I will be free.