Long Thin Blade of Weariness

Long Thin Blade of Weariness... gloom of daze parries the long thin blade of weariness metaphors adjust frequency matched patterns of interwoven connectivity through mirrored meaning... sameness, a variation of conformity, eventuates in perennial lack for something notable to be rendered as an attendant distraction... corsets laced tightly although it be hidden... armatures support long in the tooth masses of wobbly flesh and bones devouring kindred signs of desire... levied endowments of netting bespoken quietly as their whispered confluence of thoughts, still wet from their birth, makes for an interesting Sunday brunch as served by some, received by others halve to have not - who says who scrapes the salt from the mines of harvested beingness? who doth say anything at all? 2024