To bleed the binary
And speak fluent touch and
jaguar yawn
Is that asking for too much?
Think on it, friend
But there is no time to think
The hands circling
Always circling
Losing their clutch
Sloth
Downed from
The canopy
Little small
Specks of ****
Will be the end of him
All that is accomplished in cubes
-time well spent-
Mustn't ever reach
A white-eared Sibia
Alighting a Sakura tree flush in pink
Drenched
in the cool warm glow
Of a winter star that now must go
Swift quarter-inch turns of the head
Lazily nimble
In its slim space
-it could even fly away if it so wishes-
While he
files away widgets
His time is near
He feels it
thread stripped
From the twist the twist
Sep 15, 2014
Sep 15, 2014 at 7:53 AM UTC
To bleed the binary
And speak fluent touch and
jaguar yawn
Is that asking for too much?
Think on it, friend
But there is no time to think
The hands circling
Always circling
Losing their clutch
Sloth
Downed from
The canopy
Little small
Specks of ****
Will be the end of him
All that is accomplished in cubes
-time well spent-
Mustn't ever reach
A white-eared Sibia
Alighting a Sakura tree flush in pink
Drenched
in the cool warm glow
Of a winter star that now must go
Swift quarter-inch turns of the head
Lazily nimble
In its slim space
-it could even fly away if it so wishes-
While he
files away widgets
His time is near
He feels it
thread stripped
From the twist the twist
