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untitledspecter 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 theuntitled
Great Wall of
Canned Corn) settling in the air a feeling, a substance (the stench of death, he thought,
of burning flesh?) perhaps the sile
by ~PlanetXBorn
Life in SoundI’m thinking ofLife in Sound
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
&nbs
by ~PlanetXBorn
Three Little WhositsI. must maintain order must keep these molecules in a perfect, regimented line lest the whole world fall to tattersThree Little Whosits
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
by ~PlanetXBorn
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