February eighth, two thousand eleven:
Translucent thoughts reside in a mind
Where a familiar knows how to tamper
With the wires that connect their cores,
Coercing them to peregrinate to oblivion.
Phantasmagoria bids farewell to truths
And ameliorates the deviant delusions,
Disguising the will to oppose antidotes.
Bedlam reveals an unknown equilibrium
That disrupts the rotation of stars again,
Resurrecting retrograde recollections—
Who carries the scissors over the strings?
Tuesday Feb 2 @ 10:22pmtagged as: thoughts. poetry. photography. 365 Amalgams.
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