Robert Morpheal wrote:
> Insect Life
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> Most of the time ends spent
> curling a pony
> would be mule, cash cow,
Groking that life need
not be about it
wherever it may be
for the reason of knowing
it will never be
Nets cast in the night
state water
and such loud sounds
as to avoid any other conclusion
Once and nevers mean nothing
for the compassion they were able to bestow
daring to be
Some incapable angel
bound and framed
sifts and sorts matching data
I tell you no lies
But do I really save lives
my own is incorrectly
salted and silted
tangled in the beads
and wind chimes and candles
waiting again
for the first storm
> in attempts at recovery
> in barrettes
> bang, bang, 45 caliber
> from all the ruined plans.
> of braids and time consuming twists
> blaming upbringing and the spiral helix.
> It is how lives get eaten up,
> with their yogurt
> infected, affected, disaffected,
> along with most everything else,
> in the mix
> imbibed down and vomited back up
> by the common insect life
> that fell in the strawberries
> exiled for raspberries, and magnolias,
> long before the flesh perishes.
> and preserved
> cans and bottles of embalming fluids
> The basic paradigm remains
> which was born first
> sacrificial lamb eventually knowing
> that most will give up the ghost,
> because they won't think that one through ever
> kept too busy finding out
> whatever it remains a ghost of,
> or carcass
> injected with electronics,
> after being chewed on,
> crunched
> into dungeons of paperwork
> chewed up,
> and grossed out
> by popular culture,
> a few times.
> more
> until it is all viral.
>
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