A trek unwillingly begun after a slight and minor tear of a colored wrap
warps me endlessly to an imbalanced stance and a failed state of daze. frustration from a source unknown hovers about as a merciless bird of prey praying for my soon to be end to quickly arrive. I stagger by staggered breaths pulled forcefully only to survive an elongated tortuous tale in a world unrecognizable by any bit of sanity and brush aside any remnants of a colored wrap until they send me the vivid reminders in eloquent storied photographs.
(photo borrowed from source unknown)
5 comments:
I'm sick of your incoherant crap and self-indulgent make believe poetics. Die already
transient,
iv the roman numeral or what you get when your not feeling too good?
new liberation, I think transient is a wonderful and inspiring poet.Read every single post and then put in your two cents.
beautiful words
Thanks y'all.
I think I know who liberation is. Bastard :)
Sweetness, IV as in #4 since this is the fourth identity.
Viola, I like your drawings.
congratulations on your new business. have not heard from you guys in a long time. how is the collective?
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