Uninspired
By and by a passersby
Another grace for grains of sand
Loiter lingering longer
Down low below beneath your toes
The sublimity of heaven
Farther furthest spaces
Within and beyond the fleshy faces
Far from firmament and sacrament
The stages we pretend perform
A jig getting down jiggy without
The doubt that cuts not rugs
But peace of mindful tiers
Enlighten me to wake yet feign
To not feel endangerous the hollow
Spaces that wide open
A nothingness of soul
A sky of soot and funeral silt or soil
We darken our glow to not toil
Thou wilts
Give praise,
This miracle of days to witness
Nothing else we make less
But ourselves
With fear and doomsday loudly
Cry.
Each scintilla of a sigh profoundly
Forever feels like
A spark
Big banged life's boomerang
Why worry to go hurry in lines
Manga tales
Minds bright implosions
Think tank
We drank and wankers
Laugh
Feeling glad bags
Full of glory.
You are one in this box
Sphere made of fear
Shape your story.
Don't drown in the Gobi
Or such empty tears
Eyes panorama grand o holy!
Sshhh.
be we wide awake...?
(To’lly)