A paralyzed bob inside a pendulum that has deserted it, that is now external to the pendulum, the oscillation of which has slowed to a whispering vibration, now a pareidolia in the background of your pretended pornography, squinting disharmoniously with you at a flickering outline of an understanding, embarrassedly confesses, "i will not come, i am ashamed. ashamed and afraid".
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The MosesWindow parts the world into peace anti chaos, a very small world. A looker-out lookering out at a looker-in ignoring, boring, snoring, bye-bye!
Here's something completely irrelevant- the sun shies away from shining and is instead now half-asleep swallowing itself as it too, has given up on us like we had a long time ago. Yes, yes you're right, you're always right, you're better off dead and I am better off in my own belly. Look at me collapse in on myself expectedly, in peace. Then chaos anti peace. Peaceful chaos. ChaOS. tweeeen. Welcome to chaOS. How would you like to begin?
YOU ARE READING
specks of bunkum but somehow watery
PoetryI have a tendency to convince myself I can write once in a while. This is it's manifestation in reality, somewhat like watered down poetry.
