Saturday, April 18, 2015


Claimed for this life, by an essential accident.
Tapering off beautifully, thank you.
The vicious weapon of my body punishes the water, is a joke.
Radiance of sprung days flashing off into the future blank.
The emptied horizon is a lightning bolt.
Wet floorboards give way to trees.
Fireplace walls give way to mountain rocks.
Drawers of zeroes remain packed tight on their nothingness.
Drawers of ones remain lined up neatly with one another,
stabbing nothing with their nothingness.
Oaks mount elms to heaven after heaven after heaven.

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