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clec Jun 2020
Entrance response didn't came,
sunlight slept beneath,
where time lived.

Name your future took,
rapid like the wind,
which spirit is weaving in there?

The time ripped
from forever permanent yards.
Hint is in this one.

More dappled surfaces lined the houses
after sound,
breathing remained.

The garden shadows,
the paid sigh.

Vivid newspapers,
witness the little torpedo harbor,
one submarine remained,
dumb slowed freighter,
attacked enemy stumbled out,
ship abroad.

Over the Potsdam grew
citizen webs,
unassertive served
the aborted death.
clec Jun 2020
"But the something said nothing",
severance had long
gave what you forgot,
searching to do it donned.

Island mountains and
worried sea
were much more difficult,
gravity's waiting,
anything handles.

I checked the shop,
opened the register,
guilt cracking counter.

With nobody nearby
down there was a treat.

All the agents were passing out,
disgruntled by her book.

Your capitulated routes,
small headed mountains,
that's where the real 'no one' is.
clec Jun 2020
White wool
Innocently placed
Slowly moving away
Pulling me

What happened to me?
A change of lens
Sit and rest
Sit and stare

Splats and blots
They have no time
They picked up speed
Pulling me

Snap out of it
Neverending dream
Sit and rest
I used to

A change of scene
Colder breath
Leashes mercilessly
Pulling me

I lost strength
In the night
I know what awaits
I know what awaits

Wheel never stopped
Not even once
Teared my flesh
Stopped pulling me
clec Jun 2020
Strip off,
Stop pulling, you don't know.

Strip off,
Stop pulling, all the questions.

Strip off,
Stop pulling, It's simple:

Strip off. Stop pulling.
Written from cut up phrases
clec Jun 2020
Wrong words.
What are you saying;
You're making this up.

See through,
What's the plan?
From the depths,
One step behind.

Listen, I'm thinking.
Fragments and backward vacuums.
Written from cut up phrases
clec Jun 2020
Walking billboards,
Part of you is searching
For the meaning.

Don't trust.

I'm tired.
Written from cut up phrases
clec Jun 2020
Feed it.
Find something else to say.
Among them
I am not
Your little voice.

It's an act and
Now you are . . .

When there's nothing,
Not even midway through,
Out with it.
Written from cut up phrases.
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