free will
in this void and still
galactic vapors fill pineal glands
drastically altering beliefs and stance
at a glace...the case could be made I had given in
in my hands...a wilted chrysanthemum
on my lips,
a vast ocean of lavish tactical assessments
all decadent & full of passion
traps scattered like caverns
disco ball window fragments
lit up heirlooms that crackled like magma
our stance became narrow & careless
souls lay in peril
feral beasts of this magnificent wasteland
I watched flocks of sparrows get torn threw wormholes
and lesser men simply wash their hands.
carols of old ghosts in unison
folded up documents boasting in an open coffin
yet I still find peace in terror decimating the land
the grand scheme of things
a narrow minded assessment
"I'll have what she's having"
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