nowhere left to go
to roam around like my fingers
on a velvet paper field.
I feel distant interruption
intervene the altruistic crime scene
i prefer the roughness of noise
the stealthy supremacy of grain
over the oblivion
the obvious reason being the auditory
disfunction
a function
that's always heard of
but never seen.
I dive into the nuages
the new ages of the persistent sycophants
seeking the attention of the
OH-ALL-MIGHTY
that might roar up quite the anxiety
into a gullible mind.
yes, my ink's red ( i used a red pen)
i write from within
with the slightest of hints
of a proto universe
i've heard of the celestial beings
disappearing into the scenes
keep up the culture of giving in
nurtutring the neurons of those
who've locked themselves in
i mean
i can't speak but that's enough
enough to get it into your distance
consistent approach
are you listening?
flickering about in vast intervals
turbulence, i soar through
tore stooping down the
fabricated fabric of verisimilitude
similarly acknowledged but promised
to be kept seperate but equal, continuous
levelling down of the sequel
lower in position,
my questions are up to you
solipsistic depression
i endure the pain
the finest sight of stoicism
no withering
no complaints
a plain variation in the
virtual weather
the direct pressure forced
upon the grounds
to hold upto the
astounding mess.
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