„Question“
Degrees of separation are…
Points within a voided space.
Fluctuations outside of vibrations.
Existence reprimanded by longevity.
Stasis.
Tears that are made real by the pain of another’s reflection…
Clarity,
made manifest by side bars of prophecy.
So…
Who’s.
Truly.
Separated?
„Touch Me…Please?“
Nobody recalls knowledge given
over waves torn asunder.
Reciting wisdom of
mandalas
and…
normalcy…
‚Cause even if we dumb down
recidivism
inside
testaments of our mind…
trust
entails
that
the
dynamic
of neglecting people
demonizes
our…nature.
Outside of peace.
„Writer’s Block“
Nerve cells from the inktel bleeds.
I passed out.
Woke up on loose leaf…
Sensei replied, „don’t force to the people what the conscious belies, for everything in life is judged by time…and time before time is always time within mind.“
I’d rather have grapes any day inside pies…
Any day inside…
Wines.
However,
that glass wasn’t clear.
Damn…
I need another drink.