Wisps

i wonder why we are always plagued by the sense of disappointment with others everything can float with currents so nicely and then a gesture a statement an intonation entropy rears itself into the equation this longing for a prefect match instilled with wit and calamity is a hobo's dream of sleeping on train tracks with only roller skates riding on the rails can we move beyond our sense of reproach when it comes to judgement there are many stories far more entertaining than those we fancy as conversation worthy yet the strangling tangle of intertwined intermittent word chunks interferes with the perpindicular angle we need to connect the parallel lines of thought have proven to be perpetually disconnected so what does a biped do to prevent the disorder of a bifurcated soul how does a sloth rip the talon off the ghost bird when we speak as limbic wisps clinging to an energy flux the songs of the forgotten choir are spilling through outstreched digits reverie of long passed friends who hear the cloud orchestra gives me the hope that i can move through all of this with the grace of a child kissing a promise in this there is infinity