Saturday, October 10, 2020

Might Mistaken Pain

 

intonation enters. I am a mystic. those briers those barriers those bulwarks. (too much unnormal too much depletion while one might palm a tarantula.) certain depression. I know its fame. it shall visit.

                        raw pain unhealthy contours raw irritation.

so much a river or a lake such furious alphabets. too cursed or too blessed while watching hurts; by delicate entity by raging guts where one is carried away.

                        it seems vicious by brink of death as convicted for instability.

 

I was shunning or too sly while internalization was a magnet. every gesture a demon every memory with hoofs or every good day ten more screaming. so close to it so much a heathen in it so disturbed so choked so devastated.

                        I would give more as more was received while so guilty or undelivered.

treasured sewers gnawed inhalation or nihilism as some atypical comfort. winds odiferous sound echoing some strange creature erupting.

by sugarcane, trailing tallgrass or eying a small fox. sure into reception so near it burned while a person is unclean—by filth to destroy while it was innocence so much a cliff in his horizon.

 

I would go further, roaming or restitching, in an attempt to nurture such baggage. a person is tugged, it becomes a decision where most just know indifference.

 

I could learn to die or revoke by living or play timpani to survive.

 

by gallicas or touching soil a soul tries to understand. it’s quite normal as to die while cleaving to familiarity; albeit, normal, a bassoon is blaring, or we ignore our loud raging conscience; such by polyanthas or restored in an instance, while carrying Polycarp. such heirloom roses such dark fame as a creature begging for something harmful.   

PS.

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