Turns To Take,
On The Crushing Gritted Down,
NoWhere In Nor Out Of Its Serrated Fulcrum,
Surviveal Through A General Anesthesis,
To Appease The Scratching From WithIn,
The Frantic Struggle To Maintain Dormancy,
Flickering EyeLids In The Black Shimmer Of Satin,
Hearts In Stasis To A Rendering Of Cages,
EnThroned In Reviveal…In Approach To Its Melting Point,
Saturateion Of Flesh With Phantom Accumulation,
Assimilateing Into A Failing Sense Of Space…
…
Leaves To Rake,
On The LushFull Green Lawn,
Knowing Where To Be Ignored… Devout In Its Swinging Hammock,
Serveing All In A Self-Centered Assignment Of Duty,
To Will The Match InTo Strikeing Against Thumb,
The Gentle Combustion To Forget Romantic Demure,
Flames Licking Lashes In The Blue Summer Of Saturday,
Heated In The Smoke To A BeFriending Of Ages,
EnThralled By Desertion… By Appropriation And Its Mounted Pelt,
Desiccation Of Reason With Infantile Perennials,
Failing To Fully Accept A Sense Of Time.
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