Gluons abound in the eyes
with which you read this
Hanging on for dear life
clobbered by a photon
of verse
Wishing they were
phonons
Their grip is resolute
reinventive
of itself
Its wail a mostly wretched
song of I'm scared
of separation
The Island of Misfit
strings
entangles me
Grips are lost
time is misled
Thursday missing
Again
Inky bliss
surrounded me
drew out
the Elmer's
And I am unstuck
in time
and really
really
fine
Jun 6, 2019
Jun 6, 2019 at 9:26 PM UTC
Gluons abound in the eyes
with which you read this
Hanging on for dear life
clobbered by a photon
of verse
Wishing they were
phonons
Their grip is resolute
reinventive
of itself
Its wail a mostly wretched
song of I'm scared
of separation
The Island of Misfit
strings
entangles me
Grips are lost
time is misled
Thursday missing
Again
Inky bliss
surrounded me
drew out
the Elmer's
And I am unstuck
in time
and really
really
fine