My clarity for future misdeeds
Is held in the passage of night.

Edging, slowly
To the end of the herald cliff
With a hand as an enemy against the mind.

Iridescent thoughts concave in the head of pleasure
Part in parcel
With the fostering of hollow time.

Our footsteps and a lurking smile
Are thrown inside the throat
Of the machine's demise

Were tired in the mechanic complexion
A told prelude of our friend's nearest dawn.

The blinders now edge to be open.
Contained in the dead no more.

Now splendid as we watch beyond.
The portable silencer
Kept away with the kiss of the machine
By the bottom gaped sun.

An indignant face
Infectious towards my simple life
How can I hold?
How can I wait?
With the rest in time
And a cough in space.

Memory sheds
A bath below,
In which this tilting head sinks

A stern fist
A maniacal laugh
Flood the cough
On its behalf

Now forlorn
In a waste of water
Crafted luscious in the time we spot her.

After a departure of fright
By which this ferry fled.

Laying in the sand
Trembling frosty death.

For the wall of sorrow behind
A fountain picturesque.

With the rust of reality entwined
This may not be the end.

people  begin to herd
Causing the rise of smoke from filthy brains and corrupted hearts.

Furious tapping of the foot
Signals for the ugly brutes to remain.

They continue to approach.

A heart screams for mother's milk.
A mind screams for father's place.

The basket case dilemma is a friend to my memory.
No better individual but the spoken to take on this burden for the world.

When in Bosnia death is my friend.
Hearing footsteps with the void behind.
A friend outside of the land of friends.
A sealer to the dim breath.

My sight leaves with the goings of night.
And here I am, ready to leave.

Do you benefit from the heart
Of a kindred face.

Tilted by the traveling world
I'll see you
At the bottom of space.

Parted by the inaudible
Divided by the indelible
Constructive
Inductive
Time plays tricks for the livid.