/however democratic, still the despotism of time, with void came thought; with writing, a sense of relief: penny-sweet lottery, of an android abstract, when presenting man's nuance, of formerly stated examples of, adventure, surmised by... countering the stealth infringement of insomnia, the death / 5pm of dreams; and the reiteration of claustrophobia, within the confines of cognition, prefix, (ergo) summation, suffix... the egg is both a chicken and a per se without an ergonomic transition parallel of stated question...

can't cure people of an
apathetic "utopia":
in the hands of however
many rhymes,
and anarchists,
would be "communists"
from Birmingham...

once upon a time
the allure of the Reagents Park
mosque, now the reality
of ginger ***** in a flurry
on a face...

      and some gestapo
lark song of "freedom"...
Soviet balet on t.v.,
     as entertaining as
  the capitalistic momentum
known as a woman hybrid,
lodged into frame,
  as a camel overladden
with silken leeches and some other
lesser opioid dreamers:
mine?

crawling with a toddler,
kissing it's tender head like
slurping down an oyster,
a mother... and a suitcase brimming
with ***** bottles...
the sad part of the tale is:
what doesn't allow itself
to die, but remains remnant
in the mundane everyday...
or how ghosts are pickled
and later spawned into
chewing sand...

   ******* preposterous,
this antithesis of gravity,
extending in a culmination
of a giraffe or an ostrich neck
imitating a ladder,
and three magical beans
falling to craft root,
   before the yawn of an ogre
making stance:
as some word ought to be
written,
          -qua -/- si- sorted,,
   writ as bound, "open"
and "closed":
          thesaurus:
tis no book for young men,
even though the land
has earned status of:
jeans and the awaiting old man
readied for the plough...
          
Shakespeare howled a dying breath,
came hogmanay,
and the populist uprising of
auld lang syne...
             trivial urbanism...
of the former...
    pauper, king and merchant
and... a lesson learned
in order for the same mistake
to be towed along...

local: not outside this song
is an effort to be minded,
even with a name like Mozart...
      of man but of no people
such excavations of a blank variant
to make gimmick out of pause...

   rhyme exhausts
the "greater" deed, to a "lesser" fathom
bound...
     not my eye upon the people
dwelled;
            perhaps a shame,
        or i, akin to spider by webbing
towed a signature...
     suffocating moth,
     by miracle a perfumed cotton...

if only pop appealing...
            inverting their own:
               slack of sight...
                but not when sharing
path, her cycle and my feet,
having to make way
for her thinning,
  would make, entourage of
an 18th century perfumed wig:
  
pleb among plebs:
my gold a thought,
their gold,
                your: tirade.