space odyssey my minds in orbit, colliding off dust particles as it transitions through what each eye perceives, the retina expands at wave lengths, adapting to the way nerve endings feel it, eccentric they race parabolic until dead ends meet apathy, the writer contingent scribing words as they sound the mind horn, this misanthrope defines the solvated esotericism as divinity without coalition to a fallout of the four forces, author of analog riding the pendulum back and forth, Cyrillic boundaries draw confining sought elements so the rawness is absorbed, the Tyndall effect on course until thoughts turn to frost, chills enter the atmosphere as the skin forms Braille.
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toxic metaphors
Poetrythinking to myself about what inspires me, then I pull the sequence apart an analyze every instant. 7 May 2015 12:13pm