Real

TM, 07

Significance goes beyond the omnipotence
of the obvious and contrived.
Strive for the betterments that taste like bittermints
until you have survived...
then is the when that you can spin lies
with true eyes hiding your disguise.

Only honesty can honestly save you from surprise,
But compromise easily conquers fears realized,
Making eyes miss each other when sight crosses paths...
Who set you up? C'mon, just do the math.
Don't let "Friendships never last" be your epitaph.

What is signifance?--something that lasts.

The present sifts to past with every passing laugh and sigh;
with every dashed lash from every other blinked eye.
Some people cry. Some people can't.
Some are whole villages; others are remnants.
With broken pottery the only thing honoring their breaths,
Acknowledging their deaths,

Remembrance. Rembrandts.
Those hold on to time stuck in people's minds,
holding on to citizens that have been enamored in
the relinquishes of inhibitions;
holding on to the forbidden
eternal derision to never fade into the sky;
to remain intact for all time.

My sight seeks small scale shapes and shallow horizons
With some simple symmetry to set my eyes on.
Significance is sister to relevance,
honoring intelligence and luck to otherwise ordinary fucks.
Simian simpletons who simply started pondering,
brave enough to follow their mind's wandering.
Most people aren't, timid even when livid
Face-flashed red from anger in head;
scared to fall even when they're dead and buried.
Because falling is scary.

Significance goes beyond the obvious and contrived.
It is the only thing truly alive.