Tuesday, April 21, 2020

Ghost Face, Tremors, & Segue II


I was left with panic those first remnants where something struck a nerve. the second one I questioned or consorted while trembling with shivers. something smiled as mythic while something mystic grimaced back—it was meta-sociality; our cured senses our radical liquids where inhibitions distress honesty; those engines bleeding this cave unlocked or picking at clouds afraid to soar further; this kicking of rocks this steel ocean or bleeding or un-fogged where no one listens. I wanted more than needed, it was accidental, while it glowed and then it died; another man’s Love, as if more extraordinary, such raging charisma: a dark secret, when it glistens, and even darker, when it vanishes. such sharp balloons, as addressed but unthawed, and it’s amazing to watch deviance; those swift moves, or screaming sincerity, where we misconstrue bodily behavior; for its never right until it’s wrong where cameras must be present; such luggage in us, to carry satchels of contempt, while a stranger has to pay homage; if but valued riches or souls captured to have given what life sees as next; numerical sociality, or scars at four, while nothing has touched its solution. as cavalier packages, or needing rage as climatic, such deep remorse. I have so little history. I have scraped both mudslide and exosphere. I have given my peace!  

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    The strength to withstand the winds; a spell as it effects/affects some creature. A sudden moment filled with absolute certainty, so wro...