abhorrent intricacies
are trapped inside
the shells we call
b o d i e s;
encapsulated
in vesicles
and programmed
to live forever.
and maybe that's why
my poetry-laced blood
is spiked with little
ciphers that decode themselves
and unravel
only in the eyes of the
skeletal carcasses
and dead-eyed
beings
who don't know
who they are
a n y m o r e.
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Puisi-thoughts in the form of little rivulets that part from the undulating river of my cryptic mind in a poetic jumble of words- ~ e s o t e r i c p h i l o s o p h i e s ~ ©Aneet, August 2015 lowercase intended
