Friday, April 29, 2011

com(pose)d

Embers grip my afterthoughts ^ I become the scene. I disperse into a thousand starlit pieces & bounce gleam off pretensions. The conceptual find it alluring & an aftermath of disabled cognition recognize the jury. Give me the utensils. I want a golden starship- a trip to a place that exists only in vain. a blackhole burnt to charcoal. Push me to a state of emergency. In depths unhindered. Splashing into a sphere clothed in nude. Faith. Bare bodies of urgency$ swimming toward an indestructive elusiveness. Unadulterated waters. submerged in scolding bathwater- rip your scent off of me. Heat surrounds everything but my eyes. A soliloquy. Disecting an unworthy composition of a tasteless redemption. LaundÉred thoughts.

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