Abdominals inches from torn
Every swish of acid
repositioned
Bury the leads of a
thousand tempests
Breeding amidst the
sunset of a phoenix in descent
Guttural
individuation, primal, raw, unembellished, bare—
Cultural subterfuge,
colander spaces submitting to hoar
Spreading
vice-typecast as villainous hate mongers, pre-polarized with venomous stares…
Are the vile objects
that surround your person, truly the vermin your eyes project them to be?
Perhaps they truly are the enemy; quite
possibly your instinct is correct, yet, one must be somewhat curious, to
realize what ramifications lay in waiting, ready to pounce upon your horizons,
the precious moment, their heirs prove your imagination false?
Scavenger of the
people, envisioning bass tones created from an instrument entirely human in
composition.
Delicate rapture, cast
amongst a cabernet of excitement…I’m
Shocked to find, so many
aligned to witness the end…
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