the moon is in its cool vibe tonight. a semen-swirled drop of silverness upon the black depth of empty. a battered resilience in the foreground of despair. I have a shadow in the darkness. my flesh feels strange. I linger about, or loiter, somewhere between both
there's friction caused by fractions of thoughts disassembled from the whole. mount the mighty monster of chaos and disturb the status quo. this is just another breathless hour within the trip. I'm malnourished, feverish and cramping. unforgiving climbs higher the tide
sentience comes at a slower pace. a softer glow behind the initial burst of daydream delight. I left my shoes in the car to feel the earth beneath my feet. liquid, hard, grainy and mossy. I am wet with it and blistered. and I wouldn't have it any other way
there are no completed poems in my pocket. just random ramblings and meaningless lines. I don't know what I'm doing anymore. what's the point. I'm naked for no reason other than to watch myself age
and what good is another word from me upon another page
(Image from art-milan.com)
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