Chaos
Pantomimes of nonsuch
whirl round
trodden down
anarchy
intangible joy
gathers at the
heart, its
bent wax
ropes free
mangled swirling
solemn snowy
silks.
Inflections of the mind
slide into
spheres containers oceans
pitiless veins
leach
shining golden
acrobats warriors ideas
darkened mirrors
blast
lethal grenades
empty empty
hollow, hollow.
Woven dangle tied-up
walls
scrub
wrapped purple
precision incisions.
tears minutes shocks of grief.
hours
of grief.
Title Quote: Hair Soundtrack, Colored Spade
that is pretttty intense.
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