4 Then 5

The Hand splays auto action phases precise as lazers day drifts who’s in control the cave station the crown of all nations inpatient impatient impertinent so I squirted it to squirming dirt it grew tall and went left first then right I suppose like night to day you can call it an excuse but I call it —-

The Way



So they say….

Whose they?

The Beautiful phantoms that haunt the rays

So many colors, as many as moments in time, they rhyme reform enlarge discharge return & burn fall like water in a room in a lagoon that was lost such a cost to be paid I wished alone by the wall, in time not for nothing but all

Alas, the past is the past

So we go the last

To see


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