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Time Spin v. 3
-The mark of mankind; not a thing to understand.
'New era' children hoisted on ziplines leading to nowhere.
Profluent postures define our sunshine, blind our brother.
Press rewind to times when the gutter entwined with the keepers of secrets, computerized figures and mislaid crimes.
Mantra 10'
-Be only yourself beginner.
we Lifted our trophies high, winners.
Set back on the shelf reader.
our Goals made difficult, soldiers.
Follow
-Would you do it yourself if you couldn't be helped?
Spin round the table and tighten your belt!
I won't mind my worries, a crisp flame ignites, my feverish spice,
my drink on ice.
Insolent
-Incompatible perception with our mother inventions.
"A man at rest, is at his best." says the Man keeping you awake.
I boycott hibernation, for the dens are ablaze.
See us! Correlative, crested, consumers enslaved.
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-Helping helpers do all my work, while
loose-leaf women pull up their skirts. I'm such a putz.
Belching up residue of asphyxiating fizz drinks, you're wanton, I want to drown in this sink.
Q? Erase.
-Love love, where should I find you?
Hate hate, simple to displace you.
Greed greed needed so badly, and envy envy grips you so gladly.
You can't, I won't, spend another second, on dreams bereft to this pleasant present.
Change, spent locked in cages indeed.
Freed, from subsequent stages, believed.
Let me be, like it and itself, this is living, living with hell.
New Amazon Ritual
-Swift like bowels do export american eats, slow like the sewers harbors sunk in glutton's meat. Halfway to endpoints the breezes cool the fumes, the plows assume, new glooms arrive in humid havens. Screaming, falling skies, brachiating primates wretch by. Branch by branch by branches crack and tumble. Tapirs rumble through a bastard, strewn jungle. Ponds laden with cigarette butts of used conmen, a slash and burn generation... Tribal demise bred human mutants. Our blue jeans juxtapose more serious inventions, but never mention our intentions to hide this disguise.We distance ourselves,
savagery despised.
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-Wasted displacement, I see my hands and my feet. Their actions exquisite, crafting a ubiquitous journey of lust and revelry.
I sit and dismiss this completion is unique.
Why not free? For thee, they and me.
Just as well, we follow hell and to pay the toll to ring the bell.
It rings congruous, it's insight devoid of plight.
On this day, I keep no faith to my side, no seat on my right.
So, we stand as equals, to carry no pretense of prequels or sequels.
I've heard if it weren't for rocks sunk beneath, the rivers would be insolent beasts and no indigenous souls no matter how bold, their gravity would never hold. These firsts that miss to be the lasts that hit, a chance to witness within and without.
-Any comment or criticism is appreciated.
I don't know my style, or lack there of, I just love to write.
These thoughts came with me throughout the day.
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