Something falls.....

The sting of reality wiping dust from a lens and it's peripherals to reveal minute intricacies.

This is not a new occurance mind you,
all of us come to such realizations.

Abrubt changes twist the metal skeleton of compfort zones and embraced habits contained within a preprogrammed existence.

Yet another revision....

between fingers, the dancing to palms like a bane or some scalding from waters evaporating from deep ( Read more... )

dreams fall.
steady motion....
conditions.

stints in production cause a falter in such carefully layered plans. Socrate's Syndrome befalls the masses of denial ridden faces. Truth like fangs, elusive until it is all too late for change.

Rays from spikes spit light,
new hope and handiwork.

adhesive and tissue binding type sounds ( Read more... )

in retrospect, one burroughs through the objects having piled up in the bins setting just outside the hallway ( Read more... )

with slip the cracks are filled.....

It is one thing to know that everything that you create will one day not exist.

It is quite another matter not to have weaved such yarns at all.

As per usual.......I fall...

digital violation,
you molest me with your thieving ways.

my loved ones suffer the worst.
It shall be fine if hidden is the miscreant.

with this dagger i stab your throat to protect.

social landside.
Which spots of mud will remain?

Everything changes again.
Boom and it's done all so fast.

I dumped the salt.
Run away, but it's not my way.

Fell in the pile again today.

Make something beautiful and then you destroy it.

the ashes like clay, beckon.

situ massive.
valley of the crazies.
conjuction clogged by the careful selection of what is to be consumed.

dead on function.
flow so precise.
each drip falling into this mouth and onto my tongue.

The note,
so easily hit that they bellow each time it comes around.