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that slippery thing is wriggling and straining against the current again…
it crept and leaps through the ear and the eye constantly…
finding the systematic function, that stasis thing, is the more compelling artifact…
manifested by destiny of tiny prisms weaved together…
strands of light twist among each other collecting into a new vision…
mention of manageable plights never became consumed by blight…
following tomb chance chicanery floating through the cemetery…
each and do the other things with responsibility at the head…
the best overcomes the reckless beasts that eat the grave…
slowing manage conscious mind controls decay with feeling fleeting…
broken elements flowing over edging past the rest of the garbage…
set sail vessel stirs like rusty nail spinning through palm to wood…
crucified vilified willingly described as the deity came to life…
Posted by :\_khet on January 27th, 2009 in d for Dysteleology..., personal afflictions. You can leave a response or trackback from your own site.