Assiduous,
never ceasing
obsolescence
and
the
winds of shifting tides
to
which, our bounties
beam
attractions for
tinnitus
and the ringing
quarks
of life
Dysphasia
grows as
lucidity’s
slain
in
the assignation
parting
songbirds make
Promissory
lines
of
transverse fates
communicate the lines
of
boundary, to teem
then
break
Apart
as whole,
in
crumbles spread,
across
the canvass
dysethesia
bled
haha...nice....love the rhythm you get and big freaking words...making me work for it today fred...smiles...dysethesia is a new fav word...the promisory stanza rips...and the one before it on the bird song is cool too...
ReplyDeleteLots of new words for me. It sounds like every sense is breaking apart, from thoughts to ears ringing, to speech impairment and then ideas and then physical discomforts felt. And all that the awareness of these feelings of offness.
ReplyDeletework for it is right! hahaha...where is my dictionary.... :)
ReplyDeletethe teeming and breaking of the lines got me most here...spreading in crumbles across the canvas...have to look up dysethesia though...smiles
ReplyDeleteA bit broken or dismembered a bit, is surely not a hit. But one must push through and life has to come due. Have to look up the last word as well, first time in a while at your cell.
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