Smears
Vagaries, slick word snakes off the tongue.
Hard lines are drawn when we desire fluid.
Smears won’t fix a disrespect this horrid.
It must be washed clean, now be strong.
There is great power in being a disruptor,
that charisma is perceived as so dynamic.
Transitional is what you feel with the shtick,
the source ultimately becomes a generator.
Calculated a metaphoric mutation spreads,
immediately eliminating anything invasive.
Don’t work against it, for it is aggressive.
The kill shot lurks under silken threads.
Oscillation sharpens with a slight crackle,
seismic waves split open and then devour.
Minute by minute or maybe it’s hour to hour,
nothing captures quite like shadow-tackle.
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