Friday, December 16, 2011

One Touch Swirl

Bone stick strumming strings of violence
acoustic singing in supreme silence
writing in a dream of darkness
my melancholic conscious
contrived from contracted talents elastic
spitting ramblins of a man off axis
not knowin balance until the ground collapses
eye flashes,I-lashes,when dendrite synapses:
fashioned fluent actions off omniscient ancient passages
penning messages in a bottle cork capped wraped in mapped sorrow
purple wallow sentences and a purpose that
..i don know..
makes me let go sentiments
that id rather borrow
and it dont stop
the clock of tomorrow
dying star locked in the linings
of all thats astral
lookin for the light
and the here after

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