PlanetXBorn

specter of a thought (walking from isle to aisle) it came asking few questions but left having provoked many (so aware as to seem careless) the man opened his mouth to speak (he leaps across a mountain of toilet paper) and said nothing still an imperceptible something grew more tiresome for the committee shuffling papers twiddling thumbs (Deli the sorceress looms just beyond the Great Wall of Canned Corn) settling in the air a feeling, a substance (the stench of death, he thought, of burning flesh?) perhaps the silence said too much the perspiration aspirations falling out of tune (his life, his journey culminat

I'm thinking of something that starts with a bang and ends with complete silence communication ceases when words are obsolete yesterday was impressions in the sand today the world got a little smaller with the movement of a hand seal the deal with lips and tongue prepositions and conjunctions I can still recall the days of postpositions and life without a shred of                                        j u n c t i o n

I. must maintain order must keep these molecules in a perfect, regimented line lest the whole world fall to tatters II. your eyes speak volumes about the rise and fall of man and his counterparts parts of you I can't see are hidden by others still III. fathers and their Fathersons are vessels to the past to the ghosts of holy wishes