take something
akin to the amy young
                              videos...

          the byzantine chants...

and then... finding yourself,
drinking, perched
on a windowsill...

swaying... swaying...

thoughtless:
  which is hardly a concern
for the mindfulness
movement...

and you sway,
  "agitated" by the wind...
there's a tree
pretending to sway,
but clearly agitated
by the wind via
the branches...

and then you remember...
there's a lit candle
in your bedroom...

what then,
is the difference
between a tree in the grand
schema of the world....
and a candle in a room,
and the drunk,
swaying on a windowsill...

ever listen to a greek
speak,
and having inherited
having sampled
a spaniard?
  the "lips"...
it's almost indistinguishable...

eject any monk
from the monestary
and into a suburban
scenario:
he'll tell you the same...

i have met my needs...
that i sometimes deviate
from then... well:
i'm not being ridiculed
by the sort of men,
who,
being circumcised,
drag judaism
around them,
everywhere they go,
akin to,
dragging a shadow,
but not quiet...

   that's why marvel
movies didn't grip me...
x-men comics...
i can serve the stance
of being
a chernobyll mutant...
1986...
just a few weeks
after the incident...

       i can tell you what
was observed in Poland...
how pregnant women
drank iodine...

how local parks were
segregated by:
as was spring:
but also autumnal trees
to intercede
    cutting into
a hyper-devalue of
the season....

and then i watch videos...
don't mock
incels...
     for your children's
sake...
       let them pass
if they are willing to pass
on the clarity of
script...

            thus, some would
say:
  not ever jew was a ******,
and not every ******
was a jew...

   but all the jews:
   were ****** citizens...
and i am...
with a shvabian
inheritence
     of the concentration
camps...
  
      what can be
ripe... for the critique
of the people?
   facebook,
twitter,
              marvel,
  d.c.,
           batman
was always the serious
antidote,
marvel...
        up-to-and-excluding
x-men...

- how did this become
a seance
of commenting
on the current,
               pop culture?

am i to make myself
exempt...
       ?
           as long as the charges
persist, the excuses will
come: thick, & think...

to suggest my tongue
is: bound to the zunge-tot
of any future of deutsche...
and...
   now...
   in this anglo-babylon...
like some reggae song
manifesto
of pseudo-israelite
factions stemming:
genesis auf ethopia?

       i can only seem to cradle...
a mistake from childhood...
which followed me,
repeated itself
in my "need"
   to commit to the same
mistake:
   intelligence, breeds, trust....
for my pardon,
i was diagnosed
as schizophrenic...
because... i couldn't
replicate trust...
   and all that fed me:
became...
what the world is:
most fertile,
dumb, and lodged in
a harvest of distrust...

there is a variant...
of this misnomer...
   early dementia...
          unusual dementia...
what was already
cognitively mutant,
found itself: bound,
to an already mutated
specimen of a body...

only this language,
acquired...
   is my serving tool
of a necessary
              outlet...
however far:
burried from 2015...
no just excuses
     when excused
from wattpad...
among the prying
          canadian teens...

such a tiny dimension...
of reconciled
  ambitions...
to simply scratch into
the given outlet,
canvas:
   as shallow,
as the notion
of drowning...
when only allowed
the depth of a puddle.