Complexities
Life feels too complex for mere words,
she curiously said aloud
repetitiously anyway.
I see health differently, more confluently,
and yet your complex experience feels familiar,
he summarily replied.
I would not equate my life experience
with healthy process, necessarily developing positives,
although sometimes yes,
especially in wombed and infantile beginnings
before words became evolutionary tools
to be used both for and against complexities.
Language feels more resonant
since one day when I mistook dissonance
for confluence,
mendacious uncharted chaos
predicating pregnant integral enchanting complexity,
Entropy
predicting negentropy
statically remembering more dynamic synergy,
unconscious dark soul
whispering with light healthy spirits
realigning co-passionately wealthy natures.
Pre-verbal infancy
was so much curiously simpler,
when my rubbed and oiled head
and belly
and back
and feet
and legs
made me so health happy
I hoped to pee my glee.
I can see where words have complexly hidden
your curious ecstatic way
accepting humanity while others feel complexly grieved.
I'm not sure if you affirm my original complex point
about life
or if you are defaming my last happy memory
of healthy relational process
during an intimately discursive pee
nurturing phenomena
coordinating co-relations
rocking my infantile welfare world.
Nor am I...Nor am I,
or We, probably.
Nor Earth her complex ZeroSoiled
ZeroSummed
SelfSouled
not not Other co-relationship.
Relationships feel too complex for mere words
she curiously replied aloud
again,
anyway.
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