the sea it fluctuates at full porportion
it indicates a sphere of bridges and co-ops
it resonates with la'haine and love
i do not, not care for none

new born facing stolen moments
and lost frawns of over dosed

memories remedies melodies and creation
brought onto cementaries of time
where tide takes on

words, whispers, kisses that hurts
on frosted facades
rolled up truces
and don't as do's

i do not, not
choose

rules

tapped into stone by hand wrestled on
another inpenetrable circle movement

telling spells of no well do
to those who cross over
too soon for their brain synapses moves

like an acorn fallen a little too late
landing on newtons wide slate plate

or sand pulled over
by the ocean







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