Let's go to search
ourselves, in our bewilderment,
to defeat each other.
In our home, what
was this game of the
infinite mystiques?
I will ask the blind
moon, are you
a futureless theme? Validating sun?
A hallucination effect
ensues after choking the
missives. The reject it was.
My dream becomes
a volcanic glass, crying
for a mother's hug.
I was losing the Midas
touch. Clay was shrinking away.
Inheriting the unending wars
of human beings.
Sep 13, 2018
Sep 13, 2018 at 8:47 PM UTC
Let's go to search
ourselves, in our bewilderment,
to defeat each other.
In our home, what
was this game of the
infinite mystiques?
I will ask the blind
moon, are you
a futureless theme? Validating sun?
A hallucination effect
ensues after choking the
missives. The reject it was.
My dream becomes
a volcanic glass, crying
for a mother's hug.
I was losing the Midas
touch. Clay was shrinking away.
Inheriting the unending wars
of human beings.