Broken Creases in Cardboard Boxes; Sharp Intellect
Little black bats fly up through the chimney
a brick pattern in the cold.
My mind's energy floats around and finally flies up through the hole in
a brick pattern in the cold.
My mind's energy floats around and finally flies up through the hole in
my flesh
I've finally discovered
it's my essence, it's so simple.
Not the point, but the process
To explain would be like pressing against soundproof glass, one must discover for themselves.
An exhausted sigh sinks me into the deep feathers of a new beginning
there is much work to be done,
it's my essence, it's so simple.
Not the point, but the process
To explain would be like pressing against soundproof glass, one must discover for themselves.
An exhausted sigh sinks me into the deep feathers of a new beginning
there is much work to be done,
much life to be lived.
I've encountered a mirror
fluids of silver slink through the cracks and bars
and the two merge together.
Squeezed out and discarded are the brown ashes of the falacies
left to blow away on the counter top.
These prisms shoot out from my head
a gieser is forming in my cavity and will soon burst from my face.
a gieser is forming in my cavity and will soon burst from my face.
It's beauty, this landscape I have found
foam green and sky meet, and my feet go wandering.
For if anything is true, it is this....
foam green and sky meet, and my feet go wandering.
For if anything is true, it is this....
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