"perplexual" poems
Pertrusions thrusted upon truths disembark on a journey that ceases to empower the over abnormalities of the norm
The fever created from a sweat of sin cause the truths to lie deep deep within
The boundaries of alignments shattered by glass windows from ignorant reflections of unknowing people
cast among those innocent and naive
But despite these conclusions one may think they know, the oldest of percussions is the instrument of irrelevance that no one ever did know
May 10, 2016
May 10, 2016 at 6:05 PM UTC