Monday, August 6, 2018

The still life

Black is just a darker shade of white
These cheap whiffs of air swiftly make me glide
To the acme of this sociopathic psyche
I feel everything , from the purity of a virgin to the explicitness of a dyke
Frozen ,  to the sane and clear
On this path only the dazed and confused shall steer
The tranquil of that unknown zeal
Climbing towards the exuberance , like king kong i feel
The blankness in the shadow seizes to exist
I see that white light shatter into a 1000 colors in my fist 
I just rise and rise to towards the anonymity of that purple sun
Its all make believe as she says…too difficult to understand , too far now , to get it undone…



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