Float lines written in steady confusion dancing over blue and white or is it white and blue or plain white with blue stripes
The healing is rare in the toppless cage awake,awareness and relations when poetry serves all names appear every where and dissapear when pen is picked up
WHAT NOW
Pen preserve intensity a duration of the hand you came to recognise
Pressing pressure of dripping ink color me bold and everything intense
Errors of consciousness privacy opens to receive losely shaped ideas making me believe history approved of the future changing its sad guitar string to a over under ignorant weeping cry overflowing fluids, rivers won't dry and the economy leaks all speeches resound hot history all writting is long there isn't enough pens, screams are not loud enough criminals with rights elaborating reasons for victims suffered, I thought history was worse their non-mirrored tongues continue to reflect what wants they see staring back
Never mind you que keeping political mirrors from breaking....