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420 Sayings In Prose & Verse

the mind is a loose canon, following the light stricken match lit fuse sparks growing as


the string dwindling into nothing into the barrel to set fire to the grains a field of the


growing masses encapsulating each their own inside their own brain one diamond


sparkling reflects light beams connected to each their own inside their own diamond


reflecting sparkling light made of dying dwindling sparks the fuse lit by a match who


has the time to strike who has the time second hand revolving faster than before the


minute hand a little longer then the hour, the hour clicks time spins in the hourglass


whirlpool counter purpose to the point slipped broken it falls to crack split the take


and don't give it back, give it back, where's my hat, promises, liquid destiny flowing


from the handprint solidified in melting stone, nose bone, empty throne, wherefore art


thou castled walls corrupted by the masses touching fingertips to sacred mistresses


dresses revealing trickery, in the thick of it, the brambles cut, the thorns protect, flower


crown thrown from the window and caught by the dove, opening up, wings torn off


by the claws of of the hidden text, knife in, blood written lettre red, held between the


teeth before the match was lit to spark the fuse, canon aimed and redy, straight up and


down, sinking ship for the caption of a clown, smoke held, mid air collision, claws ripping


wings for children dripping blood from the pinnacle, third eye right red, crying, screaming


laughing, hour glass spinning balanced on the edge, round about in the opposite direction


laying on the hood of the car biligerent, gentle dove's last dying wish, garlanded in the palm


of the princess for magic hidden, shadow play, faceless as the dawns greatest escape, veiled


as the moon in clouds of the darkest night of the year while the rain falls down to hit the hull


of the ship, through the stern, out into waters deepest sink, washing away history in flames


fire written words spell a hideous soliloque from the manuscript drenched in wine rings


hiding the jewel inside a skull buried beneath floorboards of rooms behind locked doors


beneath carpets from foreign fairylands where the tale is spun by spider's legs, adventure


you say, mystery, captivating it is to be, sinking ship beneath the beautiful moon in the night


reflection of the biting, coin nailed to the mast shines gold from the diamonds eye self


luminescent of the roses death in the garden of enchantment past the forest of sin burning


trees walking in time with skeleton men marching for leaves to glue the pieces back together


again, remembrance, once it was enough to dance, once it was enough, it was too much,


never againe, never spread open to the starlit sky sickening green from saltwater taking to


overflowing within, drowning in the light of a golden sun on the other side of the ocean


as many sand grains as the desert lies at the bottom of the depth, i counted them all in


one


two


a single breath

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