Crashing Thru dead Walls
Engaging with Water lilies
Drunk College Girls Wail Desolate
Echoes
Saturated within Bleak Visions
- Resonating Circular
Ommiting pale White Light
- So Feint it Rest As a Fog
a Mist of Thought
A Residue that Trickles down thru Sheets of time
Still
Full / deprived / Forgotten
a Forgetfullness you Remember in the Middle of the night
as Insomnia hits
as your Gut eats away For no good reason
kua circles astral spheres
the crooked axis trembles
and then Breath
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