How could i have let my imagination be spoiled by reckless wandering?

Trial and error established new cornucopias of mysticism

Attempting to saddle up the eventual, i kept sliding on leaves

Constant excuse for lack of excercise brought me weary to the mutated conditions

That would breach any translucense

Big curiosities come bridled with attaches

Boring minds alone could treat us this conveniently

Are we scaredy cats? Or are we long toothed dingle bats

Clandestine yodles brought us back to long brooding puppers

Grief power brought me back - i decided not to sleep like that


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nature reads itself immensely

fortuitous calamities rear from jagged obfuscations

while networks remember thought, a line emerges

connecting plot points of the unimagined

crawl to me like a brave little worm god, struggle

to breathe deeply like you might have in the past

given that atmosphere regenerates promptly

not evenly


*


each day ends in an explosion of silence

briar sleeps crowded in the prairie of winnable

contests -

content is the forbidden word and the delineator of our

coincidental magics

blame the wheel, blame bread, blame the organization of

innumerable schisms…

there’s no rememberance without a nuisance to guide


*


my lips are cut, my diamonds continuous

broken