Conditioning
What can I say?
Everything.
Say what I did?
Nothing.
When she slid down it was too late,
Magpies flew over rusty gates
till
two in the bush.
Powder vacuumed,
Shaking discontinued
Since sudden
Death.
Sucking wasn’t what she was made for
Before
her rattled brain.
Conditioning.
Its not just for clothes
knows in the noes can challenge
Previous
Patriarchs which need the weak
Like
Dough.
I don’t want to fall,
I don’t want to cry,
Tall humans broken and no one asks why.
Jesus
Listen. They were never smitten by your message.
Their environment was dirty from
Conditioning.
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Alexander Clarke is a qualified philosophy and ethics teacher who predominantly explores Daoist, Buddhist, and absurdist concepts through his works. Influenced by correlational thinking, he uses imagery and dialogue to investigate the interplay between the subjects, such as ‘You’ and ‘I’. https://coffeeandalex.com/
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