& then we are cleansed of all.
there remains no sticky mess
of interwined reasonings,
tracing the sense of everything
we feel for once & conclude
this is the best way, to see
where were we headed before?
it had no truthful meaning.
what we pushed & tugged at,
for what vanity to claim purpose,
the understanding was opaque
at best, clarity poorly skewed
where would I turn to face
myself? flourscent knowledge
makes it much too sore
for my perceptive orbs.
who taxes & pays theirself?
coming full circle too little,
too often, to seek & find
the deepest of wells leaking
would you say the key
has amorphous qualities?
but usually illuminations where
the warmth is underlined.
& then all we are is cleansed,
existence becomes slick,
frictions ceases to irriate,
tracing the sense of everything
Mar 21, 2013
Mar 21, 2013 at 6:08 AM UTC
& then we are cleansed of all.
there remains no sticky mess
of interwined reasonings,
tracing the sense of everything
we feel for once & conclude
this is the best way, to see
where were we headed before?
it had no truthful meaning.
what we pushed & tugged at,
for what vanity to claim purpose,
the understanding was opaque
at best, clarity poorly skewed
where would I turn to face
myself? flourscent knowledge
makes it much too sore
for my perceptive orbs.
who taxes & pays theirself?
coming full circle too little,
too often, to seek & find
the deepest of wells leaking
would you say the key
has amorphous qualities?
but usually illuminations where
the warmth is underlined.
& then all we are is cleansed,
existence becomes slick,
frictions ceases to irriate,
tracing the sense of everything
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