2 am cigarette

by mindlosing

Posted to Action Poetry on 2001-05-03 19:44:00

Pale gold moon is golf ball hovering dirty and silent in dark valley. Evolving like a culture of bacteria with heritable tenacity and this world has trains grumbling echoes at 1:52, and smoke dissipates in crisp spring night air pinched with Star glistening above and below as permeating and intoxicating substances do when giving a taste in the breath of hush-howling-fate wind that coils over plain, over river to entreat this soul tonight from paper world domination of what soul is free to become if let in motion, like all in motion un-thought, but planed with the smooth edges of time; Side effects of evolution descend fog in pumping darkness, and still were forced on as a whole dissected by interchangeable parts, all round circles minutely dropping at the rate they come; when glass is filled with eternal faucet left to trickle silent when artic density entraps us all, its then will know what the moth in the hall knows- the light has no perch, an unconquerable light of warmth beaming, a beacon through chill stream blue florescent light, like slithering snakes in night; its then will know stop is the answer to all questions unanswered, and thought is no more of an option then breath; an earthquake trembles from zero only to return; a bird sets for sky only to fall; walls crumble to bone crumbles to tree and were all venerable in the end; and still the train whistles to the chopped golf ball moon above asking for sincerity and individuality when all thatÂ’s been done is done and domed to repeat unexhausted through time that lacks a name when a name is only received to those that make it; stomachs cry, eyes beam, laser eyes of all colors to black; and bed is a need that must be attended.

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