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| 'The Storm', Pierre Auguste Cot 1880 |
yes, I'm always an idiot when I want to be...
adulterated wave mechanical(s)
I am my life
in particle rays
scattered in thoughts...
I may chase rainbows
but I prefer the beat
of thunder and rain...
I bought into entryways
all the time time Timetime time time
all time is irrelevant
sated with now
when I believe
something inside me
can indeed
even if for
a thought-flutter-briefest of moment
transcend my temporary form...
my bones, soul, will, flesh,
skin and the beckoning(s),
my moments when
I needn't reason
wide angled
approaching yet to be(s)
in scenarios
played out
inside me
reasoning
particularities
of breathing
in my infinity's rhythm...
so I'm
paying attention
journey fare(d)
I continued
to listen,
bob weave moving:
membrane bounce gelatin
sub woofer jiggle hangs
take the plasma auto-strada
go get the stashed away(s)
and freely given(s)
the graffiti is greedy
for rusty clothes...
my attitude is punk
I'm sometimes wise
I don't really care
as much as you might
want me to
I'm a patented
label tapped clawing
of my soul's paper lions
and I am into
the 1880's...
EJR ©
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