loath consumed experience partakes of a dislocated jaw
pull my finger, sliced it off the bone
remove my eyes glued tight,
chanced acid interactions with the holy book
my word is no good.
but the way I tremble, giggle and stare
got gotten by a hook, open veins
overdosed on ether
all gone in empty seconds, all good.
a flood cannot be contained by the sand, alone
nor mere taunts from an umbrella a true tried test
the rage of the rising tide a chokehold.
putrid, beyond reparations
no console in broken walls
mold steals health, token purpose, put it to sleep
predictable sadness is just as dense
as the certainty of dust to settle
from compression do precious diamonds originate
but so do bread crumbs and bruises.
in a friend we rebuild a better memory as
a shoulder steadfast holds the tide,
allow the flood to run its due course
far more travelled roads have caused more experienced better men
to go amiss
little use is what I learn, give, distribute and facilitate
at wonderfall, wonderlust, no wonder eh.
play therapy friend
is a wonderful thing indeed
(if we are born able to swim
how can I drown
least I forget and pretend to be
indifferent and make a mess(y)
adults hate it (in truth it isn't worthy to recall atributes that may find no use)
ignite the phosphorus to ignite the torch, the symbol of finding the answer.
solely the earthlinked gods are violence (nor)* do they grow less greedy, gressy and petty in man bled Eden.
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