A Temper was meant to tamper Mapping those mental stoppers, To pilot the conditions, As we host the riot Against […]
Archive for ‘Musings’
Who is there to Span?
In that life wide span, Which ferments a land Between that if And those who can, Is human wait At […]
Primary Waste.
Held out of primary gestures, Because I was not An able coursed passenger, The wiser it was To dislocate my […]
Halcyon Hailstorm.
Sight to be an anchor, Concussed without a sign That entry to the power Had yet deported the madder To […]
Mind the Howl.
Respiration had us in trust, That was all that I could fuss And yet there was not a one, That […]
The Precept’s Range.
Preoccupied on the exchange, Between the precept’s range And the anti-occupation Of a ruleless, A truest age.
A Many Empty.
The resurfaced brand of surreal, Shouldered on the premise That an origami promise, Houses a many empty Nesting palaces.
Inanimate Subjects.
Reaching lost to the smallness Of the second’s hand, And by a figment we segment Breeding then On a capsule […]
A+-Part.
An astonishment at open tragedy, Had me hollowing from the diaphragm To soak inside my tired heart And without a […]
Sure I am.
I am not real At anything.
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