The crust of meaning
Is easy to fudge
Rearrange content on a page
To make it sound intelligent
Beguiling, Seductive
And maybe even true
Quell the rise?
It cannot be
Walking in dynamic circles
Changes the way
You believe
In everything
And each line
Precedes the next
With no backward
Or forward look
You cannot plan it all
You cannot sketch the design
In the sky
It's too big
And No.
Your determination precludes acknowledgement
of Form
Design is only a fabric for connections
You intuit your way
In the dark
Especially here and now
Hold.
Don't override the rhythm
Your dull cold heart
Thudding along
In boring finality
The 'Its all known'
Schtick
Need not keep you down
Will take more than just
Knowledge to renew
The Freshness
Forsaking knowing is an option
But you inevitably
End up being more foolish
Than sane
Then there is the thrill
Then there is the addiction
to The Thrill
Everything must be this way
Said an old crooner
Floating down the mists of time
Aah wordsmith divine
I long to feel the contours
Of your voice
Again
Crushed into Skin
Ground into bones
You can eat the culture
And deny you
Gravitas
Shavitas
I hate these stinky formulations
Dark evil corner
The frame of good and evil
A good bet for piercing
Clarity
Time
To defibrillate
Dying hearts
Chip away
At crustacean
Sloth
Rumble the heavy breathing
Into feathered wisps
To return to Sundom.
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