Drowning in wild glazed eyes, inconsequential boredoms evaporating my taste buds. Likened to the explosion of the cosmos my senses tingle with delight at this sharp sight. Let it be night by this dawn, day by this dusk, introverted and exerted force gentle like a stream.
An ocean force consumes the withering mind albeit gently steeply worked. The heart beats in energy signatures recognized by the entity of modern ethics. Morality displayed, splayed, dissected and fucked, left to rot in its own stew of obliqueness.
Opaque bubbles float to the surface popping with red scent bursting onto a nose without palette. These days toiled by love's lorn. So close to the truth of quick succession, may these verse triangulate an open mind, twisting, spiraling and deepening an inner vision. Twist away the mind as its design is to constrict the heart of the flow and the flow of the heart. Embrace these wild ways and submit to Creation.
