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When you see, seer The perfection in it all, bang You’ve lost a point of view Then are you utterly alone Like the clown All around the three ring Circus-goers Laugh at the absurd thing Never suspecting how utterly profound. Is the life of a clown. How many bangs have birthed you then Imprisoned primordial bangs Bursting the unsuspecting cosmos What a long childhood you’ve had, While god watched From his bang, bang launch pad Millions of light years went by Bang, bang Billions of light tears he cried Eventually, bang you appear After A lustful specialty bang Sped spermful and hopeful To an ultimate conclusion Destinies union. You then, Orchestrating bang-bang moments of between Beautiful verdant in bloom bangs Hang from your spring and summer tree Of your budding truth Of your hopeful youth Time capsuled shutter flutter Contemplative baby bangs soothing The Epiphanius bang of instant recognition Bangs so soft They're hardly bangs at all Being more like a soft bubble bursting A quiescent sound Infinite in its stillness. Nothing to forgiveness Then came The bangs of the winter of your discontent Explosive in its silent rage Shattering the iron of its irony The rage in its engage The fury in its fleeing Blind-sighted by seeing Justified in its sage rage Follow the bang gang Puerile and untouched In its rarest invisible form Placated and felted Velvet experiencer Must touch. Must taste Must be seen Must be to be to be. Without the sacrificial lamb You stand Alone Neither prey nor predator Merely a spectator To a dictator. You’ve known all along And frown at the clown That was only trying to make you laugh.
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Mar 12, 2019
Mar 12, 2019 at 6:43 PM UTC
Follow the Bang
When you see, seer The perfection in it all, bang You’ve lost a point of view Then are you utterly alone Like the clown All around the three ring Circus-goers Laugh at the absurd thing Never suspecting how utterly profound. Is the life of a clown. How many bangs have birthed you then Imprisoned primordial bangs Bursting the unsuspecting cosmos What a long childhood you’ve had, While god watched From his bang, bang launch pad Millions of light years went by Bang, bang Billions of light tears he cried Eventually, bang you appear After A lustful specialty bang Sped spermful and hopeful To an ultimate conclusion Destinies union. You then, Orchestrating bang-bang moments of between Beautiful verdant in bloom bangs Hang from your spring and summer tree Of your budding truth Of your hopeful youth Time capsuled shutter flutter Contemplative baby bangs soothing The Epiphanius bang of instant recognition Bangs so soft They're hardly bangs at all Being more like a soft bubble bursting A quiescent sound Infinite in its stillness. Nothing to forgiveness Then came The bangs of the winter of your discontent Explosive in its silent rage Shattering the iron of its irony The rage in its engage The fury in its fleeing Blind-sighted by seeing Justified in its sage rage Follow the bang gang Puerile and untouched In its rarest invisible form Placated and felted Velvet experiencer Must touch. Must taste Must be seen Must be to be to be. Without the sacrificial lamb You stand Alone Neither prey nor predator Merely a spectator To a dictator. You’ve known all along And frown at the clown That was only trying to make you laugh.
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100/F/Florida
Mar 12, 2019
Mar 12, 2019 at 6:43 PM UTC
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