I told them, I was feeling blurred And that the purgatory, Of the answerless Was mine, To be assured.
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Looking for a Blue World.
So it hurts to be.
I am to be Allergic To my Art.
Dandelion Fly.
Allow for a condition, Propped up by A cascading, Decision To stop, Living still And fly.
Or so you tell me.
In the delegation Of derogatory Allocation My expression Is an allegory That is already Mistaken.
Gravity or Entropy.
Is the chaos of a fall, A pattern After all?
Awakened Sleep.
The paranoia in the room Is all it takes And all I make To come to my own doom.
Map to Nowhere.
Doubt inside anxiety was eating yes away And then it was guilt Deciding tomorrow As today.
Back to the Dirt.
Entwined in finer cacophony, There in the moving dirt Is a gravity That summons, Us back to grow In the […]
Tree to Petal.
And so they bloom, And with that merrymaking Meets the somber tune, At the legacy After gale’s broom.
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