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a Parody in Prosody

a distortion of proportion in emotion as comical side effect for a satirized version as invited in with the grotesque rhythm and harmony that cauterizes the wounds left in a salty insulting clarity that as sweetly allows to fuse and heal true pain in feeding the humorous Muse Now executing some who have forgotten how to ever laugh at those lost to the slaughter, the serious Muse draws back to relinquish your status as a mentor might have to any possible students you may earn in the tracking of your owned path through any life which seeks to linger in an existence antiquated and outdated by collected body of odd jobs curiously losing traction within a society as it expands and progresses out of the social mire, but the fires for excitement is not extinguished by solely sarcastic glances or any other obvious equivalent with the tasting tongue out for the exceptions adrift like flakes of a snow shining upon our lips licking a cold banal emptiness except for this sensation which mentions of winter and other related concepts quickly through our brains… even as tamed as we may be to some extent ill-perceived within ourselves in our very cells caught in the middle of a revolting as last resort out of the consequence to scare what is left back into a consciousness with all the memories intact whether we have a planned journey ahead or not is ours to accept, aMused that our details do affect the overall pattern sometimes found in regret as forlorn misstep which radiates outward from us into others’ lives as a softly swaying of subtle traces from the last ripple to that final drop outpoured from the soul whose watery grip has faded back into the sea as yet another crested wave as appears to be drowning those who breathe, and so it is the depth of this separation illusive between the mind and that it is almost naturally mechanical to which provokes our attacks upon one another would simply seem to me as that tragic drama which houses all unfolds further curiosity implying the stress which chemical relief utilized to prevent every caustic vibration from resonating too deeply inside of these living cells as bereft from a material disconnect with source information as pieces toxically friendly with a predatory feeling attached as travesty mimicking humorously those unique elements trying to perhaps reach that next opportunity without using and abusing a same sorry path…

Thanks, khet.