Anonymously attacking ..with verbal illustrations...

Just for the demonstration...telecasting to different nations

A smudge of this...you could never taste nor even a finger lick

Devouring every word...empowering ever verb...my letters do flips.

For every action is to superb

the satisfaction of using words...is magic within an urn..They say that this art is dead...I am one to not concur...

For everything has a purpose...am bound from another place...now am place on this earth surface

Should I join in the deconstruction? Or arm in the reconstruction...

I think everyone serves a function, duty, or calling...

It feels like I'm yawning...I guess I'm falling asleep to my withering dreams...that's appalling...

Blurred by the duties of work...it's causing diminishing scenes...of smooth winds, salty sands and water as clear as can been...

I am a fuse from elite...I simply refuse to repeat

I will not abuse then reuse, I will simply choose to be me...

I was asked....left or right? I replied Left-Right..do you want to know the reason why?

Because whenever I aim for a goal I reach for the sky....

that's every direction...am past the sky's limits or any stereotypical border of complication...I won't repeat but will commence with...what's around and what is destined.