disapearing darkness,
modds lay around the empty
hallway destined for obscurity,
an outlaw presence is portrayed
on the clothes we wear... off
into its fading colors... the
rhelm of expectations filters
a creeping madness that rests
in between the facets of our
diamond fashioned behavior;
inward and outward the
express train frolics along and
mirrors the change within,
circumstances dictate otherwise
as it build up it curious appetite;
holes in the atmosphere open
themselves up for criticism
and the rules of order,
abandoned chaotically, remain
with us forever in the tombs
of our own creations... we
offer nothing in return nor do
we ask for anything in advance;
assumptions made independantly
disappoint frequently - the words
give us meaning and purpsoe
clinging to them desperatley
when all else fails for us and the
light never quite penetrates.
7 October 2021
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