Preoccupied on the exchange, Between the precept’s range And the anti-occupation Of a ruleless, A truest age.
And Another and another.
Money could be a behemoth, Crushing underneath the curse And who results of this, Well no one could be Worse.
A Water Molecule.
I want to be a water molecule, Because I’d never be alone Except for the day I evaporate, But then […]
Beholden To The Beyond.
With one thought, Infinite minds Could be made. And with infinite thoughts That could lose your mind Making one more […]
8 p.m. Again.
Amorphous in the amorous run, From flitting elements And dragon scale lungs, There was a grip at top to which […]
Selfward Stretch.
Self explained in second stretch After the final undo was too late, And already all was made So that we […]
A Many Empty.
The resurfaced brand of surreal, Shouldered on the premise That an origami promise, Houses a many empty Nesting palaces.
An Equator of Seperation.
Obedience was taken to be assured When the corporal of my corporeal, Had with biding silence tamed An epistemological poison, […]
Dour Is The Day Long Flower.
Pick up one glare from the floor, And in that constellation Of egregious objections, Feel secure That dour are those […]
Inanimate Subjects.
Reaching lost to the smallness Of the second’s hand, And by a figment we segment Breeding then On a capsule […]
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