The space between.

A time to sell yourself.

A time for passing.

Sometimes I touch the right.

Too much, the wrong.

Resplendent deterioration
we live by.

With casuistic slogans
and closing doors.

D'you know disembarkment
leads to land sickness?

It does.

And who can then make
heads or tails out of
the qualms of tolerance
and his cousin, ignorance?

she still* engages casuistic red-water birth
she still swims in the mote of her mother’s eye
grasping upward *(hope)  pure waters release
she wants more than peace,
she wants the ‘come out’ surprise,
earth’s birthed again ideas
a body not afraid of past lies.

Meteors compared to falling stars,
the fire flung by pacific angels
against evil spirits when they
approach creation and
annihilation covered by smoke
to near the gates of Heaven;
The casuistic piffle of laughter
and fears the mussiness of
demons detached  from
Gods creation according
to their newly venal
violent nature; devotees
for material benefit.
The enjoyers of sacrifice,
the renaissance passion
of faithfullness- the highest
occupational work as chosen
souls of the book of faith
made of eternity are
drawn like water from a well;
verities senescence,  fidelities
essence of everything
troth superior to renunciation
via hermetic knowledge and
sense control onus of
life's attachment.



ELEETE J MUIR

gray brittle phrases
where's my osteopath
fed up with thoughts and hypotheses
with my soaked shoes
with my own self forever standing out
how tall are you, you brat
countryside
otherwise
otherside
misery of shallow waters
overused leitmotifs
simplistic mottos
approximation when it comes to numbers
nostalgia when i have to deal with childhood photos
casuistic morals
opportunist goals
the vigour of distrust
whenever i think of social distancing or social media

the concept of not being involved
similar to not being alive
yet it's better than being dead
that's my life