How could we speak the language or words when every formality has been prescribed like some type of doctor giving out medication for these tiresome ailments? Leaving thus as such, this body started to memorize—no, jot down on paper the recollective aspects of just being…..alive.
And these repetitious words falling…
And these repetitious words falling from places or perhaps the very recesses this mind could produce on such short notice; grasping for air as metaphors metaphorically reproduced (oddities one might proclaim) inside a womb, but this wasn’t just another faulting—well, if you’re willing to consider all matters of ‘state and church’
Packaged belongings muted tiled street corners—they all were something other than idyllic sightseeing locales to take pictures within a panoramic camera in hopes of just foregoing lineage’s paraphrases and diminutive rusting of the local bucket taps.
Looking again, those lines stood, voicing history even though it all came crashing.
Author notes
Normally, I don't do repetition in any write of mine but this time I broke that rule
In a list
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Oh girl! This is the joint! I read this aloud! It is not written like spoken word but it sure as hell reads that way. I love the repetition. You make me want to hold a contest that says...
spit the shit,
and the wit,
and fuck the twits
that don't like it.
LMAO
Great! I love this! This is jut one single thought after the other thought with thoughts in the middle. YES!
Always ♥
Renee
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