Tuesday, September 25, 2012

Maladroit



Posted by Substance McGravitas at 6:24 PM

1 comment:

Smut Clyde said...

Lesness, you say?

Ruins true refuge long last towards which so many false time out of mind. All sides endlessness earth sky as one no sound no stir. Grey face two pale blue little body heart beating only up right. Blacked out fallen open four walls over backwards true refuge issueless.

Scattered ruins same grey as the sand ash grey true refuge. Four square all light sheer white blank planes all gone from mind. Never was but grey air timeless no sound figment the passing light. No sound no stir ash grey sky mirrored earth mirrored sky. Never but this changelessness dream the passing hour.

September 25, 2012 at 7:15 PM

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