Sunday, March 15, 2015

The Light Must Be A Lonely Place

Enabriating gaslights protrude a singular vast and tumultuous void, burying burdning sentences and causing molecular and pragmatic ecstasy. 

Life gained through green vapor and excessive and overactive damnations, losing spin and groove.

Merciless incantations and floundering curses developing mediocrity and a monotonous noise unimagined. 

Flightless illusions cowering in a self deprecating darkness; the makings of a barren and worldless ambition. 

There in the dank and tempting swamp regurgitates a simmering foil, culminating a dexterity as of yet unchafed; Waiting, wanting, needed. 

12-3-2015