not even the cylindrical nature of all time found
in the deep bleeding eye required by perpetual
non-belief stood to the maelstorm that drew
dark lines salivating over witless centers.
it was in clouds the smoke blew, a benevolent
swarming, crushing veins while glasses turned in
circles, like the way she danced from the end
of a bar secrets came to die.
4/5ths from nowhere grasping bones, I
laid in fields the animal grinds, teeth glinting as
scraping long claws by a whore cumming to the wild
understanding life is but a gift, wholly.
still I gather storms massing hard, impersonal fucking
edges flexing impossible angles dialed from a first grade
implosion the words bring, a sheepish reminder that
all of life can burn when the remnants share regret.
now the looseness is spilling mountains in blinded
script, a waterfall bursting as freed emotions let
me take you within the seasoned abyss that allows
these fingertips to again, brush the soul of a poet.
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a "reminder that
all of life can burn when the remnants share regret"
most definitely quote worthy
and what a fucking ending ... man
that was awesome!
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"understanding life is but a gift, wholely.
still I gather storms massing hard, impersonal edges
flexing impossible angles dialed from a first grade
implosion the words bring, a sheepish reminder that
all of life can burn when the remnants share regret.
these fingertips again, brush the soul of a poet"
Ther is always something in your writes that touch me...
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