Breeding Imagination
Is as expected, to the formal and the normal experience the glue that holds my mind.
Several shoes for severed mules. March the raging fingers typing up, while re-hatching
time. Raining thoughts of being , never slowly conceding , now retrieving memories placed
a bowl of cold food. Eat the walls between them, callosities and reasons. Tell it to the
spoon , the moon is waiting on you.
Constantly, seems to fall for thee. Heroic sheets of apathy and air. Kept this captive,
shaven him, her and you. Used for being, untapped for seeing, here’s forever. Now I’ll
never criticize the definition of an often forgotten youth .
This a speech of thought , under candle light and ropes. 45 degree angle, hanging down
grasping for air. A reality breeding imagination , seeming normal just in cased in
abnormal fears. The power to suggest this, my feelings, my soul, my you. To my every
aspiration, peeling thoughts of inspiration, off my muscles, off my bones.
It’s ready for illustration, I’m bleeding with concentration. Engaging the norm, to show
the will of my truth.
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