Necessity

I never really cry out to people,
Think I have not felt anything humane
In years.

People tend to betray,
Buildings are a real passion.
Why, for Goodness's sake,
Does the world expect compassion
Of me?

I know how to formulate
And declare,
Of my own emotions
I am partially aware,
Heard about channelling,
Sometimes I meditate,
But never expect
My feelings to escalate.

If I experience anger,
It is of a psychrophylic nature,
Better than whine,
I expect to decline
The 'pink hypothesis',
Automatic, essential, self-inflicted nonintrusive thought control
Is a way to transcend the humane
And reach out for the divine.

If life was a cosplay,
I would call myself Amundsen or even Tookolito,
Who took her pride in dwelling
In extreme conditions,
So what I apply
To a barely vivid heart
Is an unmistaken namesake
Of a progressive mission.
Being passionate about someone or something
Is beyond coalitions and collisions,
It is neither a triangulation nor a tribulation,
Yet still the dispassionate celestial sphere I incessantly, inherently admire
As a freedom-loving, unwaveringly witty, flamboyant and irrefutable,
Rare, refined yet not obtuse
Classy-feathered bird
That oscillates, reverberates and scintillates
Above galaxies, systems, planets and meteors, wordly corners and even walls of sounds, perplexing combinations of staircases and playgrounds, thoughts and thoughtlessness, willingly rewired.
The clarity of mind is among the biggest, most opulent offerings that might be created
in multiverses  and speciotemporary realms



*Written by me
Inspiration drawn from lectures on Prometheus heard some time ago.

** Not to be reformulated without the authoress's prior consent.

*** Could actually be placed into several categories

- 'Experimental poetry',
'Free verse',
'Nature and science-inspired'