February ninth, two thousand eleven: Infinity bounds a soul to the confines Of insanity while another prompts it To say goodbye to a carefree reverie. Waves fly backward at three o’clock, As laconism still dances around denial And conceals notions I shouldn’t know. Provisional proximity palpitates with Perplexity and overwrites prosaic tales That will disintegrate alone in the end, Masking aesthetic answers in the dark. Will cloaked wings flicker in the zephyr?

February ninth, two thousand eleven:

Infinity bounds a soul to the confines

Of insanity while another prompts it

To say goodbye to a carefree reverie.

Waves fly backward at three o’clock,

As laconism still dances around denial

And conceals notions I shouldn’t know.

Provisional proximity palpitates with

Perplexity and overwrites prosaic tales

That will disintegrate alone in the end,

Masking aesthetic answers in the dark.

Will cloaked wings flicker in the zephyr?

Sunday Feb 2 @ 08:25pm
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