there are four ways to lose your mind.
i say four because it came to me
immediately and demanding in burning confidence.
it bloomed spontaneous atop petal parted
brain tissue and staggered meaning followed in time lapse disinterest.
panting and dragging with the journey of mindtomouth.

such is the root of madness,
genius first
logic later.

whispered my words to the stillness of the night
and sold urgency to moonlight's gentle frequencies.

everything was dappled and so so sonar.

there is something obscene in the way you love me.
and my lips are charred with burning thoughts at
the very edge of your presence.
i find myself melted indifferent
and reluctantly romantic.

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nude light.

my eyes are lampshaded in classic tiffany fashion
watercolor bodies are sullen shaded in the banality of prose.

my lashes are eloquence and flutter frequently
to obscure offending fluorescence.

beams hit bare and restless.
youthfull indifferenc.e

hair tangled matted with reason
my knees are webbed with tracklines of
an addiction to unsteady ground.

where are they now?

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we were walking hand in hand
and the silence of your breath was
heavier than its years of oppression.
we are bound to comfort
and cheektocheek liplocked youth.
no matter of emancipation can free your mind.
we are habitually sterile.

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