The wicked people have annexed
The verses on the good;
A roaring drunkard sports the text
Teetotal Tommy should!
Here is my hatred of appearances
aloe vera’d hands open to burning
in the mill of city point lights
the sacred Elysium
there are two paths before us
an anarchist elegy mirror stage
or to spiraling music Krishnacore
you decide to count
take promises out of them
w/ Djibouti sovereign wealth fund
turning aside thoughts
formerly localised around
the heart to bilking thin
against the light
of others nobody wants
to feel hated in the fear centre
nerve caissoned low drone bright
translucent people
sober with badges
The order of Forgiveness Mimesis
Rivalry Sacrifice LTD
in a stackrung ascended
good as fatal stanchions
hardlined in the hollow room
probes your speech
the lift of skin
you move through
in the external world
order stands now it means
you have left the total of forgotten blame
to not speaking hands trough motions
the delicate reconciliations
of your own life & of the cancelled
welts are still people,
nothing is forever angelica root people
drift away from people
the shore people
the anomalous pain at the end of people
a relationship of shilled nights
in minus glue of self
