Disarray of insecurity
Sadistic and optimistic, moves that swing, dangled in unison, for book or crook the things that seem wild and futile and serene.
Diverge.
The path less traveled, the consonance of aspirant, I seek not, for if I seek I shall end sick as such, disregard innocence and please the pleader, painting the walls, the world and the sands.
Sailing.
Ask, the timelessness that follows, the rumor that pushes the mill, the sound of beating hooves, the square, the triangle, the shapeless forms that try for order, though order is fleeting, a dream that lacks sleep.
Consequence.
For a fool, a life well lived, is a life set in silence, for a fool never aspires for nothing and sees his achievements written in glee.
Inspiration.
Of what we know none, for words, the wordless and pens to be dropped, select a pencil, a disarray of insecurity, a crop of scattered images, silence and revolution.
Seamless.
Seems less, for aspiration, to describe whatnot, a convolution of colossus, a volte-face, singular in prosperity, for all you can grab, for all you can consume.
Shampoo.
As it comes for the time of bathing, the cleaning of souls that seeks the solace of a refuge, discarded at random, just thrown by the wayside, bathe to cleanse, release and introspect
Random.
For it starts at an ending a consequent dissociation, ascribed and revolted.
Clap of hands, stay the time.
Diverge.
The path less traveled, the consonance of aspirant, I seek not, for if I seek I shall end sick as such, disregard innocence and please the pleader, painting the walls, the world and the sands.
Sailing.
Ask, the timelessness that follows, the rumor that pushes the mill, the sound of beating hooves, the square, the triangle, the shapeless forms that try for order, though order is fleeting, a dream that lacks sleep.
Consequence.
For a fool, a life well lived, is a life set in silence, for a fool never aspires for nothing and sees his achievements written in glee.
Inspiration.
Of what we know none, for words, the wordless and pens to be dropped, select a pencil, a disarray of insecurity, a crop of scattered images, silence and revolution.
Seamless.
Seems less, for aspiration, to describe whatnot, a convolution of colossus, a volte-face, singular in prosperity, for all you can grab, for all you can consume.
Shampoo.
As it comes for the time of bathing, the cleaning of souls that seeks the solace of a refuge, discarded at random, just thrown by the wayside, bathe to cleanse, release and introspect
Random.
For it starts at an ending a consequent dissociation, ascribed and revolted.
Clap of hands, stay the time.
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