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please
bear with me through
these turns,
for I believe it gets
much better..

i need help.

..much better than this
winding Caltrop
Way

please help me mind
these twists

no..

"not the TWISTS!

the twists betwixt
the ends gone
listing on
a list of modes or
measures—
lest my brooding
BOOM.

So vast,
and so cosmic,
so chasmic..
circumstasmic?

Could any of this be
happening?

Happenstance?

Perhaps a
dance—
a DANCE!

of eloquence enlisting—
of parables b'twixting
between..

..or was it betwixt?

betwixt!

the twist is
a'mix the
boundaries amidst
the sounding
absentees amiss
and all their revelries
gone missing,

they're so lost
among this misting lee."

i came upon this sanity.
alas!
this simple explanation,
what has brought me
to my knees
at last—

for

this hope so fixed
to kiss me,
as would bangles
on the wrist be,

then went
"begging and
dredging and
picking and *******;
through grand affair in
blissful beds
of rose and posey petals
pushing hedgerows!!

more and more
a bushless exposé
as days count down—
a maze a'drowned
in thornful
sortie!!

scornful,

hastily adorned and full of
fate-encrusted memories
of a trustless
misgiving.

My sin has shone its boldness
and has left me living cold.

**please, god,
don't let me
die this way!"

this heart,
o lord,
it yearns
away..