In which elysha decides he needs to take up the ancient art of not writing at godawful hours...
Smoke tendrils tessellate
as far as eye can see
all blinks are curious
and as they sit, breathing
antiquities wait and waiting gets older
Mounted on the cusp
this ancien regime
everything must be liquidated
unavoidable, the very taste
buck up boy
you can't get back on
what never threw you off
Women waltz in, accusatory
Beams shutter out from glares
Never have i ever mastered a piece
Direction is arbitrary
your north is my continuation
Look away, look homeward
look everywhere, you can't go there
Sailing from J. Alfred.
Postmarked to paradoxical telemetry
Careening into wolfes
abacussed till some sort of anti-genesis
recycles, reprimands, and rithmatics
This is what you've got
panic unhorsed
Smells like dust and leather
I hope those sprites keep
the arrow moving
I wish this was you
as far as eye can see
all blinks are curious
and as they sit, breathing
antiquities wait and waiting gets older
Mounted on the cusp
this ancien regime
everything must be liquidated
unavoidable, the very taste
buck up boy
you can't get back on
what never threw you off
Women waltz in, accusatory
Beams shutter out from glares
Never have i ever mastered a piece
Direction is arbitrary
your north is my continuation
Look away, look homeward
look everywhere, you can't go there
Sailing from J. Alfred.
Postmarked to paradoxical telemetry
Careening into wolfes
abacussed till some sort of anti-genesis
recycles, reprimands, and rithmatics
This is what you've got
panic unhorsed
Smells like dust and leather
I hope those sprites keep
the arrow moving
I wish this was you