otherwise unexplored territory;
     what's  stable among
the eixstentialists?
  the freud-jung complex,
                 i guess: "to begin with"...
but as such, there is
no beginning...
                   "as such"...
                       only the interplay
of authentic metaphor,
   and the brushing aside
a stand on making coherency,
partly aggravated,
                    partly workable....
coherent context,
  and the consistency of content:
one of those worded quadratic
equations that fall into one's lap,
like the sight of the moon,
             during daylight hours...
because what element has
the capacity to reflect light...
               if on close-up...
         there's but shadow and dust
to be found on the surface?
             what element allows
sunlight to be reflected,
                in order for the moon
to be visible, at night,
when it's                  Hesiod
orb...  a dull emblem
                of coal... requiring agitation,
compared to the luminosity of
Virgil?
                  point being...
    what can stem from meta-phor?

                        phren
                      /
            meta

                             and with the current
state of physics?
    the heart knows no physics...
the sole love for women
was always bound to their
timid-irrationality...
          which is a compliment,
since it: allows something
  to take place, should nothing
have ever happened...

              beauty?! just a bypass
                              circumstance      
akin to a circle
   showing its undergarments of
                               a circumference...

no, i want to understand
the existentialist with metaphor,
or do as they do,
              nuance the paragraph...

and continue along the miscarriage
of vocabulary with
      a persistent interjection
of "black" and "not" black,
              "black", and black,
           black and not "black"...
how many tiers are there
in the dimension of telling, but, one, lie?!
                        
       nuance is the new metaphor...

but it's little wonder,
   that language and its usage had
to be propped up,
to exclude all forms of naïveté
from its ranking order of:
a mere capacity for the errosion
of memory in strapping words
into a bundle we'd like
                     to call a lexicon...

i can only suggest that
there's an impeding lack, to grasp
a "necessary" acute A in
the italic styled word...
               syllables as custard,
awry....
                third limb "phenomenon"...

am i the only person to
not have under-appreciated
a rendition of Kant?

  beside the point,
          meta-physics and
the meta-phor...

                       why then the "para"-norms
of suggested society?
              paranormal, isn't that
just a word suggesting:
           sure as ****, that shouldn't happen!
eh?
            
      and what of the ortho- avenue?
             the most assuring standard
within the grasp of orthography...
given that the english language
is a blank slate without any diacritical
application...

             i'll leave the ****... stanis to
**** their women... i'll do the "mis"-handling
of the tongue myself...
  and how will i do it?
     speaking it better than the natives!
        
       and by the time i'm through:
                i'll have petted leviathan...
or: nathan... as i like to call him...
           clear syllables:
      na-θ-an...
                         given the hyphen
interjection, you don't even require
upper-case punctuation
         of pseudo-apostrophes...
i.e.: náθàn
                     intra-verbum
punctuation...
                    shy F zenith...
                     na-              f'              -an,
hence the dislodging apostrophe...
                       but if there is a case for
metaphysics, the ortho- and para-
avenues need to be acquired in
in a discussion,
                we already possess
orthography,
                   and the paranormal...
                  hence the retraction into
the meta-phren...
                     allowed by metaphor...
hence the nuance...
                              in the name of the father,
and of the son, and of the zeitgeist...

in that the third party was always
regarded as nameless...
          free as a ******* dove!
festered by a flutter of dove wings
imitating clapping!
  petulent call for prayer my ***...

for whatever mortal framework
is being given allowance:
i have this...
                         funnily enough:
i don't have a heaving
  burden of a heart to play
        a smothering gargamel...

but how can you not be ruthless
with a blank piece of pixel?!
           the only way to pet a cat
is to ignore them...
         the only way to authentically
**** a ******* is
to steal a kiss from their lips...
        
   by then it's not exactly:
to own the knees and petulantly embraced:
hand with hand...
             peering into the heart
and owning it with
                   a reciprocated kiss?
sunbathing on the beach
of consciousness,
   surmounted by the sea
of unconscious...
  bypassing the faculty of dreaming
in fear of drowning in disillusionment:
   but sure as hell ready to die;
when there's
an ultimate peace, being
                                        assured.

           tod ist statisch;
                     sohle permanenz.