Insidious Ramblings From............(A.Hail.Of.Bullets.Is.All.I.Feel Remix)
tracing lines on the syntax of multiple personalities
grammar cascades down resonant folds
and drops to its knees in silent rage
hand over hand over hand over hand over
mishandled hands lost grip on the handholds
and slip and fall into empty spaces
travelling through time diagonally and sideways but never forward
unfortunately
found by no one for infinity of days because i did not really want them to find me
lost for never
yet at the same time always
but isnt that a good thing all things considered
Gone
and forgotten
but only by everyone in this time and place
Copyright © Daniel Corcoran | Year Posted 2010
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