Excuse now your fee... advantage to me... ha ha ha.
We'll have you on our journey impurity.
Asinine simplicity... that's the answer? Could it be?

Help!- now, please.
Disclose the hold on distribution, of joviality disease.
Excuse the little value, one acts out hoping to achieve.
Life includes processions, only my own forever- bleeds.

The garden maze of space age zeitgeist- anew and value.
From people in 80's video game world... to shame the mirror showing you.

Impurity.

My minds an awake magic, metropolis trick.
Ground to floor, empty shelves cluttered with disgust-
it makes me sick!

Yet, even as one poses,
- stalwart the self to bear witness.
Godly accounts & chartreuse roses.
Inappropriately phases grind away- a tear in Godblesses.
A dream one, almost. never chooses.


Perhaps proof in the paper & doubts life was fair?
It's there- the poetry, a forming dominion gestalt stare.
It's more the loss, not being bait scorned, as a missive too impure.
Returns thus! My contemplations! ... And creativity the only cure!