Memoirs of The Living

Memoirs of The Living

A Story by NoneOfYourBusiness akaKITTY KUTABAREakaCandyPole


From the cradle to the grave, to the wolf I always belong. 
It's nothing poetic, not really, my spirit is still there inside that girl dancing inside this wickedly unresponsive flesh and bone thing dragging through the days. 
See, that's what makes it hard to get up. I want to just lie there in that meadow, hidden by wild flowers, wolves securing the perimeter. 
In my travels you may find, if you open the right file, all the 7 wonders of a singularity that is a spark like all of us endlessly regenerating. 
I think I have learned everything I need to learn now. Been everywhere the unforgiving, and actually emotionless, universe guided me. The lady in the laundry room the other day with MS ready to give up, a boy back in '78 with his cop daddy's gun pointed under his bruised and bloody chin. I stopped him with pretty words and new skin, he took his life twenty years later anyway. 
I am trying to make sense of the in betweens. I am not, per se, important, or tragic, or rapturous, as some have tried to pin on me like butterflies to canvas. I ate those syllables and reworked them into something new. That's what poets do,isn't it? 
Or is that just a word. Poet. Raw. Unkind with truth. 
Life distracted me, pushed me here and there, but the truth is, I am what I am, and it ain't Popeye. 
I'm not kind, or good, or horrible, or treacherous, I just am another IAM. Figure out that acronym and you might get ahead of this wicked game rolling over us, around us. 
Ask yourself this question. What brings you joy? And is it ever really actual pure joy? 
I found it in a meadow a long time ago, Enki the old wolf, patient as ever as I tried to become mercury or air or the daisies in the field, anything but human, a perimeter of wolves on guard, 
en guarde ;)

 *and she bows for the simple fukery of it all*


© 2017 NoneOfYourBusiness akaKITTY KUTABAREakaCandyPole

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No. Hardly kind.... and this piece begins with an unnecessary cliché beneath your glimmer but in my eye want to make butterfly angels in meadows...I want to marry my bed...just me...clean sheets...sleep...and what dreams may unceremoniously bubble from the mission brown mire that was once a beloved imagination...nothing is all...especially humans....I think therefore I know which way every Godless and inhuman wind blows...I agree....if I, upon my mole hill, have enlightenment enough to know what's what and where it goes then yes....indeed....there's nothing to see here...especially from your elevation ..and chalk outlines can now be sprayed onto serene green easily as wheat separates from that which most common folk choose to eat...

all the seven wonders of a singularity....sweet turn of phrase...

Truth is unkind only to those who do not want to know it.

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