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Is there a deeper Darkness Or Is there a deeper Lightness waiting? Abscesses of our minds not withstanding What hole thing R u? Wavering in the light pixelated weak R u carried or do you stand? Is there an edge to be had Or is it just an occupation from which to distract us and see tear filled acts of confusion celebrated clearly we are winning our game to be righteous Which is to lose and somehow win over time Unerasable blues and salt seeds of continuous self-doubt Potato chips to dark fasting Crayons to an iron radiator Socks to a nebulae clenched in birth is a song radiating We are the deeper folds respected by fabric aficionados Creases in everything shape themselves on our tongues in our emanations We are the shore climbing for awhile to the land then back to the sea We are the circle almost back skip that illusion lean into the swing Break into another beaker of stinking next pour it on yourself suffer early and often this continuity a lie in a lie in a genre you choose for breakfast crunchy is how you prefer Copyright@2018 Dennis Willis
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Dec 31, 2018
Dec 31, 2018 at 11:29 PM UTC
Is There
Is there a deeper Darkness Or Is there a deeper Lightness waiting? Abscesses of our minds not withstanding What hole thing R u? Wavering in the light pixelated weak R u carried or do you stand? Is there an edge to be had Or is it just an occupation from which to distract us and see tear filled acts of confusion celebrated clearly we are winning our game to be righteous Which is to lose and somehow win over time Unerasable blues and salt seeds of continuous self-doubt Potato chips to dark fasting Crayons to an iron radiator Socks to a nebulae clenched in birth is a song radiating We are the deeper folds respected by fabric aficionados Creases in everything shape themselves on our tongues in our emanations We are the shore climbing for awhile to the land then back to the sea We are the circle almost back skip that illusion lean into the swing Break into another beaker of stinking next pour it on yourself suffer early and often this continuity a lie in a lie in a genre you choose for breakfast crunchy is how you prefer Copyright@2018 Dennis Willis
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Dec 31, 2018
Dec 31, 2018 at 11:29 PM UTC
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