"torsion" poems - Hello Poetry

the ferocious coithus interrupted, for that look, of a feline woman of lioness on fire your body, screaming for the placer, hidden in your own body. claming for a lascivious touch, looking for me to wip you tiernamente. and then love you in silence. the feroucious torsion, of your body, touching mine. the litlle fire, become explosion, in your gutts, of, feline woman. your roaring for my bite, then you stay quiet, looking silent. for that loved beast, to **** you in the dark, as a good girl, wanting danger. and the equinoctial touch, becomes plaseant. as if the pain and the lost, where the exquisite consecuense, of being wath you are, a lioness. a goddess biting the dust, between the lost and the exquisit, of your fall, of your humanisation. being lost you find your center, your lioness, roaring, oh loved beast. lost in the estertors, of your insides, on fire, and between that fire, you found her. your lioness, your leopard, wild beautiful, and serene, adored, loved, free, mine. my leopard.

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Nov 27, 2015

Nov 27, 2015 at 12:41 AM UTC

davide

the LIONESS - the translation

the ferocious coithus interrupted, for that look, of a feline woman of lioness on fire your body, screaming for the placer, hidden in your own body. claming for a lascivious touch, looking for me to wip you tiernamente. and then love you in silence. the feroucious torsion, of your body, touching mine. the litlle fire, become explosion, in your gutts, of, feline woman. your roaring for my bite, then you stay quiet, looking silent. for that loved beast, to **** you in the dark, as a good girl, wanting danger. and the equinoctial touch, becomes plaseant. as if the pain and the lost, where the exquisite consecuense, of being wath you are, a lioness. a goddess biting the dust, between the lost and the exquisit, of your fall, of your humanisation. being lost you find your center, your lioness, roaring, oh loved beast. lost in the estertors, of your insides, on fire, and between that fire, you found her. your lioness, your leopard, wild beautiful, and serene, adored, loved, free, mine. my leopard.

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Gaze at me, with you ever-so-slight smudged lipstick Pop-punk lyrics issuing from your perfect mouth Dark circles from the khôl and folly Forgiveness from your youth Torsion of perfection into a wry smile Sober, you say, drunk, who'll walk upon my style? Who'll dare? I dare, in laying bare, ballet hands, The contents of my ***** You know, friends, I may be an actress, and pretentious, But my ability to lie's contentious.

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Feb 16, 2023

Feb 16, 2023 at 6:44 AM UTC

desibel3

Reflections in the mirror

Gaze at me, with you ever-so-slight smudged lipstick Pop-punk lyrics issuing from your perfect mouth Dark circles from the khôl and folly Forgiveness from your youth Torsion of perfection into a wry smile Sober, you say, drunk, who'll walk upon my style? Who'll dare? I dare, in laying bare, ballet hands, The contents of my ***** You know, friends, I may be an actress, and pretentious, But my ability to lie's contentious.

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Specious speculative salacious spectral season Transmogrify trapezium traverse torsion treason Erotica errantry erectile endogenic emblazon Ghastly gnashy grotesque gristly garrison Larcenous lecherous lascivious latent lesson Entelechy ethology exsistentialize extant epsilons Spurious spry squabble subtle specialization Transient transitive tour de force teleportation Encephala enunciate endeavor executant emulation Garish gaudy gambit glitch granulation Lurid livid liaison limpid laceration Extravaganza expletives expeditious equilibration emendation Sly stodgy surreptitious spatiotemporal solicitor Taciturn tactile transcendent tertiary torpor Euphoria eminent equivocal exserted emancipator Garrulous gustatory gung ** gestational gesticulator Lyricism lilt liberation lambaste levitator Escutcheon exergonic epaulet exodus extrapolator Starkness staunch spectacle stolid stultification Telepathy tantamount tractive tellurian transmutation Exonerate euthenics exegesis entourage eradication Groaty gnarly gruesome gristly gastrulation Licentious lewd lacunar laconic limitation Extemporaneous exigency embark embargo extradition Slinky slick sultry stoical snout Transubstantiate torturous temerarious tumultuous tout Eucharist extortion enmity epithet eke out Gross grit groin grove grout Lentic leister lotic lothario levity lout Execrating eventuation evocative evitable excerpt bout

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Jan 19, 2016

Jan 19, 2016 at 3:59 PM UTC

toreinss-pinwinkel-iii

Transpicuous

Specious speculative salacious spectral season Transmogrify trapezium traverse torsion treason Erotica errantry erectile endogenic emblazon Ghastly gnashy grotesque gristly garrison Larcenous lecherous lascivious latent lesson Entelechy ethology exsistentialize extant epsilons Spurious spry squabble subtle specialization Transient transitive tour de force teleportation Encephala enunciate endeavor executant emulation Garish gaudy gambit glitch granulation Lurid livid liaison limpid laceration Extravaganza expletives expeditious equilibration emendation Sly stodgy surreptitious spatiotemporal solicitor Taciturn tactile transcendent tertiary torpor Euphoria eminent equivocal exserted emancipator Garrulous gustatory gung ** gestational gesticulator Lyricism lilt liberation lambaste levitator Escutcheon exergonic epaulet exodus extrapolator Starkness staunch spectacle stolid stultification Telepathy tantamount tractive tellurian transmutation Exonerate euthenics exegesis entourage eradication Groaty gnarly gruesome gristly gastrulation Licentious lewd lacunar laconic limitation Extemporaneous exigency embark embargo extradition Slinky slick sultry stoical snout Transubstantiate torturous temerarious tumultuous tout Eucharist extortion enmity epithet eke out Gross grit groin grove grout Lentic leister lotic lothario levity lout Execrating eventuation evocative evitable excerpt bout

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You are the wooden staircase that I foolishly tried climbing down. My socks were too clean for your surface; I slipped and tumbled in a torsion of flailing limbs. Each impact I bounced down harder the farther I fell for you.

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Feb 15, 2014

Feb 15, 2014 at 11:08 PM UTC

kimberly-clemens

Staircase Tumble

You are the wooden staircase that I foolishly tried climbing down. My socks were too clean for your surface; I slipped and tumbled in a torsion of flailing limbs. Each impact I bounced down harder the farther I fell for you.

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At this point she remains a specter Nearly unnoticed, yet vital as the pole to a tethered ball At this point I remain oblong Punched from behind, yet to reaffirm my true form I orbit her essence, chasing the wire that holds me Not to have it, but to outrun it Racing him to her, in a hapless homage To every failed romance before In a binding performance Painfully predictable twists and turns Leading me to her in a victorious procession Slaps to my face and blows to my head Strangely entertaining I rest atop her, fully requited now Forced there by some unknown hand I’m committed, torsion of the wire pulsing Ignore it now for this one day Until we play again

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May 4, 2010

May 4, 2010 at 9:58 PM UTC

sansara-justinovich

Tetherball

At this point she remains a specter Nearly unnoticed, yet vital as the pole to a tethered ball At this point I remain oblong Punched from behind, yet to reaffirm my true form I orbit her essence, chasing the wire that holds me Not to have it, but to outrun it Racing him to her, in a hapless homage To every failed romance before In a binding performance Painfully predictable twists and turns Leading me to her in a victorious procession Slaps to my face and blows to my head Strangely entertaining I rest atop her, fully requited now Forced there by some unknown hand I’m committed, torsion of the wire pulsing Ignore it now for this one day Until we play again

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Testicular torsion, Abortion, I'll have another portion, Of chips, I hope they come with, ************* DIPS, Fresh mesh, Enough said #therevolution

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Mar 12, 2015

Mar 12, 2015 at 12:35 PM UTC

james-robert-smart

New age

Testicular torsion, Abortion, I'll have another portion, Of chips, I hope they come with, ************* DIPS, Fresh mesh, Enough said #therevolution

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Hands holding onto her hips, breaths bouncing with bliss, we both crave just one more kiss. Hands now on the door, pouring out even from my pores, we both look to adore. I love her in my life, but this feels like so much strife, so I need to just let her go. No, she’s not near anymore, yet the water still flows, my garden of unemployed roses still grows. Any more guilt and I’ll hit the floor. Why hold guilt, a better man sees chance. I grab her waist, just hoping we dance. It worked but, she's just looking for free lance. I keep coming. Closing the distance. For her, I’ll go the distance. But why do I feel this shame? She ended things so I’m not to blame. But her ocean eyes still hold my flame, so for love again should I change my aim? My fear should be cooler, my wish was to move her. Closer. Just a bit closer. But I can’t reach forever. I loved her so I can’t seem to forget her. I just miss the safety in us being together. Her warmth was enough and I never needed a sweater. And this passion to love what I’ve seen, seems like beams of an eternal dream. A racing bee is to me, as a honey-laced flower is to she. I’m stuck and falling even though the leaves are changing; maybe I should move on and leave her to be. But if you truly love, is it right to flee?

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Mar 29, 2021

Mar 29, 2021 at 10:25 AM UTC

DeVaughnStation

torque and torsion

Hands holding onto her hips, breaths bouncing with bliss, we both crave just one more kiss. Hands now on the door, pouring out even from my pores, we both look to adore. I love her in my life, but this feels like so much strife, so I need to just let her go. No, she’s not near anymore, yet the water still flows, my garden of unemployed roses still grows. Any more guilt and I’ll hit the floor. Why hold guilt, a better man sees chance. I grab her waist, just hoping we dance. It worked but, she's just looking for free lance. I keep coming. Closing the distance. For her, I’ll go the distance. But why do I feel this shame? She ended things so I’m not to blame. But her ocean eyes still hold my flame, so for love again should I change my aim? My fear should be cooler, my wish was to move her. Closer. Just a bit closer. But I can’t reach forever. I loved her so I can’t seem to forget her. I just miss the safety in us being together. Her warmth was enough and I never needed a sweater. And this passion to love what I’ve seen, seems like beams of an eternal dream. A racing bee is to me, as a honey-laced flower is to she. I’m stuck and falling even though the leaves are changing; maybe I should move on and leave her to be. But if you truly love, is it right to flee?

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Contorted like a torsion spring; Tense, like a drawn bow string, Like hell hath no greater fury to bring. Energy, begging to be released; Bearing the brunt of the mortal coil, As the shuffling forth proceeds. Brought to steam, a kettle about to boil, Like a frying pan with too much oil. Unable to stand down, A stand-off of an existence; The tables have turned, now, Listen to the resistance’s insistence. I feel like I can’t unwind, Like life can be a party, But I always leave my buzz behind. Trying to find a place to fit, A niche, a nook for the carving; A hook for a song, a stitch in time, Anything to feed a hungry soul, To save myself from starving. I can’t relax, nor lose my focus; Pleasure is not happiness, What you crave is probably bogus. Distractions mean running away from reality; Contraptions and lies, Falsehoods draped in formality. They say the flame that burns twice as bright, Burns twice as quickly; The hands that are twice as sleight, Become twice as tired, Twice as fragile and sickly. Alas, I know that one day, I will lose my tempering. I will become frail and exhausted, Like a wanderer who’s lost his bearings. My knees will become weak, My arms will become heavy. Time and the vicissitudes of fate - They’ll swing by to collect their levy. Let that day come. Until then, I shall march to the beat of my own drum.

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Jun 30, 2019

Jun 30, 2019 at 6:11 AM UTC

Jdelia420

The Coil

Contorted like a torsion spring; Tense, like a drawn bow string, Like hell hath no greater fury to bring. Energy, begging to be released; Bearing the brunt of the mortal coil, As the shuffling forth proceeds. Brought to steam, a kettle about to boil, Like a frying pan with too much oil. Unable to stand down, A stand-off of an existence; The tables have turned, now, Listen to the resistance’s insistence. I feel like I can’t unwind, Like life can be a party, But I always leave my buzz behind. Trying to find a place to fit, A niche, a nook for the carving; A hook for a song, a stitch in time, Anything to feed a hungry soul, To save myself from starving. I can’t relax, nor lose my focus; Pleasure is not happiness, What you crave is probably bogus. Distractions mean running away from reality; Contraptions and lies, Falsehoods draped in formality. They say the flame that burns twice as bright, Burns twice as quickly; The hands that are twice as sleight, Become twice as tired, Twice as fragile and sickly. Alas, I know that one day, I will lose my tempering. I will become frail and exhausted, Like a wanderer who’s lost his bearings. My knees will become weak, My arms will become heavy. Time and the vicissitudes of fate - They’ll swing by to collect their levy. Let that day come. Until then, I shall march to the beat of my own drum.

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The only place where I can't physically feel comfort happens to be my comfort zone. It is the same place where my soul hides, in plain sight, from the ones who truly see. Far away from the reach of the deepest depths of the ocean of my mind. Where the treasure of the soul is fought for over the land of the mind by mindless thoughts. The testing pressure, torsion and tension from the attention-seeking thoughts expose the reliability and strength of the soul. Thoughts in the department of introspection bring to light that which needs to be brought to life. Love brings thoughts to life. Love nurtures and cares for thoughts. As we dwell upon thoughts we nurture them and strengthen them. To think is to love a thought and to love is to bring a thought to life. So whom do you love more... the good or the bad thoughts? So we tread with caution when we're met with the torsion to evade extortion when God comes with a twist of fate to test your faith. So how RIDGED are your values when your comfort zone becomes a war zone? At the edge of war and comfort is where the RIDGES lie. War in comfort and comfort in war.

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Aug 27, 2018

Aug 27, 2018 at 2:34 PM UTC

lion-chaser

Comfort Zone or War Zone?

The only place where I can't physically feel comfort happens to be my comfort zone. It is the same place where my soul hides, in plain sight, from the ones who truly see. Far away from the reach of the deepest depths of the ocean of my mind. Where the treasure of the soul is fought for over the land of the mind by mindless thoughts. The testing pressure, torsion and tension from the attention-seeking thoughts expose the reliability and strength of the soul. Thoughts in the department of introspection bring to light that which needs to be brought to life. Love brings thoughts to life. Love nurtures and cares for thoughts. As we dwell upon thoughts we nurture them and strengthen them. To think is to love a thought and to love is to bring a thought to life. So whom do you love more... the good or the bad thoughts? So we tread with caution when we're met with the torsion to evade extortion when God comes with a twist of fate to test your faith. So how RIDGED are your values when your comfort zone becomes a war zone? At the edge of war and comfort is where the RIDGES lie. War in comfort and comfort in war.

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The smooth force of ****** skin carresses and moulds me in stone. I stretch to the contour groin the hollow nurtured and naked for sacrifice. Grave friend, grey faced steady eyed friend shallow edge great heart melt with heaviness the torsion in each of these limbs. I surrender time to the mother of you, dry tenderer, assauger of guilt, you who holds up day, and lets down night, who bundles and sprawls me like a rough shouldered parent. I search for the place of no light in you, close my eyes to your dreaming seek out eons you’ve sloughed off and deeper, how your weight pulls the gravity out of me, I surrender and can fall no more into the rocking rocking lap of you; mother how can I fold into you how can I surrender how can I add my breath to the sigh of you? MChallis © 2005/2014

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Oct 11, 2014

Oct 11, 2014 at 4:57 AM UTC

martin-challis

Naked on River Rock

The smooth force of ****** skin carresses and moulds me in stone. I stretch to the contour groin the hollow nurtured and naked for sacrifice. Grave friend, grey faced steady eyed friend shallow edge great heart melt with heaviness the torsion in each of these limbs. I surrender time to the mother of you, dry tenderer, assauger of guilt, you who holds up day, and lets down night, who bundles and sprawls me like a rough shouldered parent. I search for the place of no light in you, close my eyes to your dreaming seek out eons you’ve sloughed off and deeper, how your weight pulls the gravity out of me, I surrender and can fall no more into the rocking rocking lap of you; mother how can I fold into you how can I surrender how can I add my breath to the sigh of you? MChallis © 2005/2014

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The hurricane winds are a bore When they’ve been pushing you around For two-thirds of a century There’s nothing surprising about what torsion can do: I know, I know, It’s real but it’s all in your head, both at once, Your collarbone is at 227 degrees toward Polaris And meanwhile your left hip is rotating in a Hyperskewed dimension only plottable with Imaginary numbers, which is a problem For peristaltic functions dependent on Newtonian mechanics – sigh, shiver, burp, Keep your awareness don’t fall over BORING. You’ve been on orange alert since Ike. Let’s run down the repertoire of available distractions. Jokiness? Sometimes worked in small Person-to-person settings (you see the current problem) But amazingly hard to pull off in text; Mentally mugging the innocent online? Leaves a bad taste. Obliterating lust? Seems to have annihilated itself Except in pain-in-the-ass dreams, the actually-asleep kind. Guitar, or similar toys? Only fun as long as you keep finding Novelty – which turns into, you know, work. Drowning your mind in other people’s stuff? This is the scary part. Sometimes, still, for a little while; but never for long; Not the freshest, not the most age-old time-tested brilliance; Metaphors fall apart – the plot devices cannot hold - You blink twice and the wind’s whipped the page out of your grip And twisted your neck down up inside your ******* again. So blowblowblowblowblow, babybrainballoons, And Crack Your Cheeks, Coz the only shred of hope is that if we all keep Caterwauling our pissant poetic brains out at maximum vocal volume Preamped and reverbed by global satellite systems to some Unpredictable transhuman force it might eventually OutShout the drone of Earth’s idiotic entropy Kuz krist I’m bored of standing up in the wind

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Mar 27, 2020

Mar 27, 2020 at 2:02 PM UTC

tonylongo

hurricanoes

The hurricane winds are a bore When they’ve been pushing you around For two-thirds of a century There’s nothing surprising about what torsion can do: I know, I know, It’s real but it’s all in your head, both at once, Your collarbone is at 227 degrees toward Polaris And meanwhile your left hip is rotating in a Hyperskewed dimension only plottable with Imaginary numbers, which is a problem For peristaltic functions dependent on Newtonian mechanics – sigh, shiver, burp, Keep your awareness don’t fall over BORING. You’ve been on orange alert since Ike. Let’s run down the repertoire of available distractions. Jokiness? Sometimes worked in small Person-to-person settings (you see the current problem) But amazingly hard to pull off in text; Mentally mugging the innocent online? Leaves a bad taste. Obliterating lust? Seems to have annihilated itself Except in pain-in-the-ass dreams, the actually-asleep kind. Guitar, or similar toys? Only fun as long as you keep finding Novelty – which turns into, you know, work. Drowning your mind in other people’s stuff? This is the scary part. Sometimes, still, for a little while; but never for long; Not the freshest, not the most age-old time-tested brilliance; Metaphors fall apart – the plot devices cannot hold - You blink twice and the wind’s whipped the page out of your grip And twisted your neck down up inside your ******* again. So blowblowblowblowblow, babybrainballoons, And Crack Your Cheeks, Coz the only shred of hope is that if we all keep Caterwauling our pissant poetic brains out at maximum vocal volume Preamped and reverbed by global satellite systems to some Unpredictable transhuman force it might eventually OutShout the drone of Earth’s idiotic entropy Kuz krist I’m bored of standing up in the wind

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inherently demoted passion waning in Stonehenge studying the ancestors below me (abhors me) no longer needing the satisfaction, i'm guessing you'll be needing the ever after when clinging to the clingfilm of thy emotion lust for the green light of capitalist torsion but we're fine, we made it we're rosemary and thyme did she even make it through or did she just forget me altogether, i get why she'd renounce me the pretty lady now's in paralysis international clinging onto the crevices of the menaces of the surrogates mind shifting through plain fields of evergreen men bottles upon bottles of ***** autumn drinks guilty smokes, alternative facts and poltergeists cloud my gaze renounce my place forgotten wee daisies were born in this place but i didn't and i don't sister is trembling sorry, she's alone repenting for foreign perversions preventing the invasion of thy nation crossing the borders with thy translation simply insane, simply old age

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Nov 8, 2019

Nov 8, 2019 at 8:26 AM UTC

mcvicxr

stonehenge

inherently demoted passion waning in Stonehenge studying the ancestors below me (abhors me) no longer needing the satisfaction, i'm guessing you'll be needing the ever after when clinging to the clingfilm of thy emotion lust for the green light of capitalist torsion but we're fine, we made it we're rosemary and thyme did she even make it through or did she just forget me altogether, i get why she'd renounce me the pretty lady now's in paralysis international clinging onto the crevices of the menaces of the surrogates mind shifting through plain fields of evergreen men bottles upon bottles of ***** autumn drinks guilty smokes, alternative facts and poltergeists cloud my gaze renounce my place forgotten wee daisies were born in this place but i didn't and i don't sister is trembling sorry, she's alone repenting for foreign perversions preventing the invasion of thy nation crossing the borders with thy translation simply insane, simply old age

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Specious speculative salacious spectral season Transmogrify trapezium traverse torsion treason Erotica errantry erectile endogenic emblazon Ghastly gnashy grotesque gristly garrison Larcenous lecherous lascivious latent lesson Entelechy ethology exsistentialize extant epsilons Spurious spry squabble subtle specialization Transient transitive tour de force teleportation Encephala enunciate endeavor executant emulation Garish gaudy gambit glitch granulation Lurid livid liaison limpid laceration Extravaganza expletives expeditious equilibration emendation Sly stodgy surreptitious spatiotemporal solicitor Taciturn tactile transcendent tertiary torpor Euphoria eminent equivocal exserted emancipator Garrulous gustatory gung ** gestational gesticulator Lyricism lilt liberation lambaste levitator Escutcheon exergonic epaulet exodus extrapolator Starkness staunch spectacle stolid stultification Telepathy tantamount tractive tellurian transmutation Exonerate euthenics exegesis entourage eradication Groaty gnarly gruesome gristly gastrulation Licentious lewd lacunar laconic limitation Extemporaneous exigency embark embargo extradition Slinky slick sultry stoical snout Transubstantiate torturous temerarious tumultuous tout Eucharist extortion enmity epithet eke out Gross grit groin grove grout Lentic leister lotic lothario levity lout Execrating eventuation evocative evitable excerpt bout

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Mar 4, 2020

Mar 4, 2020 at 10:11 PM UTC

toreinss-pinwinkel-iii

Transpicuous

Specious speculative salacious spectral season Transmogrify trapezium traverse torsion treason Erotica errantry erectile endogenic emblazon Ghastly gnashy grotesque gristly garrison Larcenous lecherous lascivious latent lesson Entelechy ethology exsistentialize extant epsilons Spurious spry squabble subtle specialization Transient transitive tour de force teleportation Encephala enunciate endeavor executant emulation Garish gaudy gambit glitch granulation Lurid livid liaison limpid laceration Extravaganza expletives expeditious equilibration emendation Sly stodgy surreptitious spatiotemporal solicitor Taciturn tactile transcendent tertiary torpor Euphoria eminent equivocal exserted emancipator Garrulous gustatory gung ** gestational gesticulator Lyricism lilt liberation lambaste levitator Escutcheon exergonic epaulet exodus extrapolator Starkness staunch spectacle stolid stultification Telepathy tantamount tractive tellurian transmutation Exonerate euthenics exegesis entourage eradication Groaty gnarly gruesome gristly gastrulation Licentious lewd lacunar laconic limitation Extemporaneous exigency embark embargo extradition Slinky slick sultry stoical snout Transubstantiate torturous temerarious tumultuous tout Eucharist extortion enmity epithet eke out Gross grit groin grove grout Lentic leister lotic lothario levity lout Execrating eventuation evocative evitable excerpt bout

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the wheel turns and gains no ground. the wheel turns eternally and in this endless moment gains no ground. the wheel turns, wearing itself away in the void and vacuum. where is this place if not where i find my love without you? the world turns; how many more rotations until i turn —as the apex torsion of all movement in the universe— to see you? there the world will be still and true.

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Aug 26, 2015

Aug 26, 2015 at 8:05 PM UTC

thymos

motion

the wheel turns and gains no ground. the wheel turns eternally and in this endless moment gains no ground. the wheel turns, wearing itself away in the void and vacuum. where is this place if not where i find my love without you? the world turns; how many more rotations until i turn —as the apex torsion of all movement in the universe— to see you? there the world will be still and true.

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