c r a z y/h o r s e
I miss the crazy;
the n u m b e r s
clamored in static-
aligned with
the cerebral ghost.
It scratched
It gnawed.
It screeched.
It spoke
through the dots
scattered
in
silence.
I miss the crazy;
the l e t t e r s
fade behind images-
aligned with
the cerebral ghost.
It was blameless.
It was thoughtless.
It was limitless.
It spoke
through the dots
scattered
in
silence.
These n u m b e r s
and
l e t t e r s
fill my corpse,
left to the mercy
of the Senseless.
Dec 27, 2013
Dec 27, 2013 at 8:30 PM UTC
c r a z y/h o r s e
I miss the crazy;
the n u m b e r s
clamored in static-
aligned with
the cerebral ghost.
It scratched
It gnawed.
It screeched.
It spoke
through the dots
scattered
in
silence.
I miss the crazy;
the l e t t e r s
fade behind images-
aligned with
the cerebral ghost.
It was blameless.
It was thoughtless.
It was limitless.
It spoke
through the dots
scattered
in
silence.
These n u m b e r s
and
l e t t e r s
fill my corpse,
left to the mercy
of the Senseless.
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