Light My Cigarette While I Cut My Wrists
absolutely maybe if wings flew
without a bird's body and the air
lifted ground as outer space
filled inner spirits
then all things might be
equal and if so then what?
Zero.
Which is arguably a 'something'
less than 1 but greater than
less than zero.
Words.
The devil's insidious plot to
madden the human mind with
intangible monsters that chip
away at the glass floor we
all ignore and rarely look
down upon
we might see the super-
structure of reality then.
What then?
HORROR.
:: 09-21-2018 ::
Copyright © Ernest Robles | Year Posted 2018
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