|
burning away minutes of
entropic smoking rings
to measure the gravity
of the infantile irrationality
this harsh reality
spires flyers that dictate
sighing liars firing the blast
open wages and cages
to line their own designs
simply saying that nothing is
worth relaying into individualized
portions that should be rightly
grouped into a grander design of larger
proportions
emotions break apart fracturing
sensationality of sense into fences
whence forth: be a seperate sort
fortiude duely stolen in
sewn in, by fucking chance
to give infinity a time to dance
|