I subside on the constants
in waves and meters.
three am or pm:
one in the same.
apathy begets
apathy
in a circular swirl.
I remain insaitable
in my thirst for fluidity;
I foam at my breaks.
I remain solid;
jaw jutting against liquidity.
despite my pacifism,
I still cannot dissolve.
Mar 30, 2013
Mar 30, 2013 at 7:58 PM UTC
I subside on the constants
in waves and meters.
three am or pm:
one in the same.
apathy begets
apathy
in a circular swirl.
I remain insaitable
in my thirst for fluidity;
I foam at my breaks.
I remain solid;
jaw jutting against liquidity.
despite my pacifism,
I still cannot dissolve.
from the beach. work in progress.
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