Pounds Per Square Inch

Apr 22, 2014 02:06

The hypervelocity
to which this
poet -
enduring silences
and parlance,
but descends
to the the oblivion
of inevitability.
Cages of
alabaster tile
tones,
metallic palate
brooding.

Dematerializing destruction.

Be it ascension or
that of
decrepit descent?
Only but the
awaiting
of those
'Grand Frontieres'
prove my
preconception
of an impunity
to happiness.
I receive the
gorgeous
restitution of
canine gnashing
with each standard
bowl of
cereal and
disconnectedness.

(Humans are designed with predetermined build parameters outlining tolerances, tastes and lusts. They must have left mine on the production line floor...)
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