[response to “I don’t smoke…”]

Melting candles mean nothing none knowhow
Done writing my novel thesis abyss
Anything to be less than particles
Trying so hard to melt
With times of times spent doing
Doing nothing for no one
Sometimes we forget
Ever-presently invisible
Lighthearted gunplay
Forced contractions of the diaphragm
Masochistic naivety
Untrained fantasies unraveling
Falling through the whole of humanity
Unchained from freedom
Beats from the symphony cackle crackle
Congruence in soul position
Moderation in Moderation

[read response: “For the rest they drew water…”]


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