never was there this
far gone psychosis;
fargone in the wealth of body;
fargone, and ******
these ******* hallucinations
will not leave me be.
in peace, and yes everything
waved in the peripherals
and a mannequin might have
given fright; they die,
these hallucinations,
when left of grace of the corner-
ed sight. i'll sleep with the
light on if the Sun stays
fettered, if only seconds,
without arrogance of proof
that there will be another
sunrise. (anachronistic,
that light from
a square-cut sight)
Feb 5, 2016
Feb 5, 2016 at 5:38 AM UTC
never was there this
far gone psychosis;
fargone in the wealth of body;
fargone, and ******
these ******* hallucinations
will not leave me be.
in peace, and yes everything
waved in the peripherals
and a mannequin might have
given fright; they die,
these hallucinations,
when left of grace of the corner-
ed sight. i'll sleep with the
light on if the Sun stays
fettered, if only seconds,
without arrogance of proof
that there will be another
sunrise. (anachronistic,
that light from
a square-cut sight)
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