Uninspired

By and by a passersby

Another grace for grains of sand

Loiter lingering longer

Down low below beneath your toes

The sublimity of heaven

Farther furthest spaces

Within and beyond the fleshy faces

Far from firmament and sacrament

The stages we pretend perform

A jig getting down jiggy without

The doubt that cuts not rugs

But peace of mindful tiers

Enlighten me to wake yet feign

To not feel endangerous the hollow

Spaces that wide open

A nothingness of soul

A sky of soot and funeral silt or soil

We darken our glow to not toil

Thou wilts

Give praise,

This miracle of days to witness

Nothing else we make less

But ourselves

With fear and doomsday loudly

Cry.

Each scintilla of a sigh profoundly

Forever feels like

A spark

Big banged life's boomerang

Why worry to go hurry in lines

Manga tales

Minds bright implosions

Think tank

We drank and wankers

Laugh

Feeling glad bags

Full of glory.

You are one in this box

Sphere made of fear

Shape your story.

Don't drown in the Gobi

Or such empty tears

Eyes panorama grand o holy!

Sshhh.

be we wide awake...?

(To’lly)