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Archive for ‘Musings’
Matter of Act.
Coping in the symbolic cave Of symmetric chaos, Enslaved me to how to save me From the fateful absurdity, From […]
Indoors of My Oaken Fortress.
Talking is tracking through A treasure of ill measured echoes, As riding in and threading out Being replaced indoors of […]
Meet me at 7:03 Metaphysical Standard Time.
Torn to muster at dusk, A migratory named collection Of allegorical muskets, Blaring at a figurative intention By a vapored […]
In The Middle of Not There.
No duress to be dredged In the skipping menace, Of slipping along and dropping away A mortuary erosion of survival’s […]
What is there left of you? That cannot tie a laceless shoe Could waste a feather bare, So they will […]
Say it, Speak it, Pass it on.
For that when I pass, That you should pass it on.
Their Wallet was Stuffed with Empty Ideas.
For there was a popularization That welcomed dessert based deserted direction Of inpatients in for insatiable repetition, Garnered and rotating […]
The Habit that Resigned.
My very own degradation Could be so readily relaxing, And traitorously unmasking Assorted by an unsightly insinuation Of reliance on […]
Do not color me in.
The Quiet sat still, As the rolling Of an abiding fact Felt real. That our lines could never Themselves be […]