Chimes of your heartbeat ring in my ears.
I'm hearing chimes, a heartbeat, and ringing, like I'm alert and nostalgic, happy and annoyed at the same time, people have lots of emotions yes, very much human condition. I can't avoid it.
When sensation evades the disabled the night never seems to end.
Now I'm disabled, but also not disabled, thinking about all the different ways of being disabled. My mind is disabled by the chimes in my ears, but what sensation is evading? Not the chiming, the night never seems to end means it keeps me up at night, the sensation evading me is keeping me up, the sensation that isn't the chiming.
I am the seducer of truth.
What truth am I seducing by staying awake all night with chimes of a sensations evasion? I want the truth of the sensation evading me, I'm hardly seducing it.
What truth can be found in the primitive emotion belonging to the betrayed?
Ok the betrayed, big clue, me or you, primitive emotion, i wonder which if the 4 main ones i felt earlier it could be if any. This is the truth i want to seduce.
If the winter brings relief from a summer of pain then I shall look on the snow as a friend.
I feel like winter is another kind of pain, autumn might be relief honestly. But i dont get it. Maybe the summer pain is the betrayal. If i see the seasonal characteristic as a friend then i must have been the betrayed one.
What of a love created out of obligation?
If this is about the me and you, and I was betrayed, the obligation must have been theirs? Because if they were obligated, then didn't, then that would be betrayal?
My loneliness is eclipsed only by my need for connection to a love that is unattainable.
Would eclipsed be overshadowed? Need to connect to what is unconnectable. Unattainable, I can't have it, I can have obligated love? Seducer of truth, WHAT IS THE LOVE?
I think your last sentence and the snow sentence tell the most about the poem, but also make it the least poem like. Not that poemness is a thing. I'm highly encouraging you to keep writing
Then I realized I didn't tie this to the title, I don't understand unless this poem was just a means (writing) to an end (thoughts).
I'm hearing chimes, a heartbeat, and ringing, like I'm alert and nostalgic, happy and annoyed at the same time, people have lots of emotions yes, very much human condition. I can't avoid it.
When sensation evades the disabled the night never seems to end.
Now I'm disabled, but also not disabled, thinking about all the different ways of being disabled. My mind is disabled by the chimes in my ears, but what sensation is evading? Not the chiming, the night never seems to end means it keeps me up at night, the sensation evading me is keeping me up, the sensation that isn't the chiming.
I am the seducer of truth.
What truth am I seducing by staying awake all night with chimes of a sensations evasion? I want the truth of the sensation evading me, I'm hardly seducing it.
What truth can be found in the primitive emotion belonging to the betrayed?
Ok the betrayed, big clue, me or you, primitive emotion, i wonder which if the 4 main ones i felt earlier it could be if any. This is the truth i want to seduce.
If the winter brings relief from a summer of pain then I shall look on the snow as a friend.
I feel like winter is another kind of pain, autumn might be relief honestly. But i dont get it. Maybe the summer pain is the betrayal. If i see the seasonal characteristic as a friend then i must have been the betrayed one.
What of a love created out of obligation?
If this is about the me and you, and I was betrayed, the obligation must have been theirs? Because if they were obligated, then didn't, then that would be betrayal?
My loneliness is eclipsed only by my need for connection to a love that is unattainable.
Would eclipsed be overshadowed? Need to connect to what is unconnectable. Unattainable, I can't have it, I can have obligated love? Seducer of truth, WHAT IS THE LOVE?
I think your last sentence and the snow sentence tell the most about the poem, but also make it the least poem like. Not that poemness is a thing. I'm highly encouraging you to keep writing
Then I realized I didn't tie this to the title, I don't understand unless this poem was just a means (writing) to an end (thoughts).
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