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The Offended Minute

beer's still cold from the last night i saved about half of it painting drip and in dripping find


the same open entrance entranced mind in baskets split for the third dimension enter


enter the doorway behind trees far beyond the forest deep enter the mindless drops of dew


falling mindlessly upon the tongue of theives in the cavery aof the hidden belief that all is


well for thickets thorn plucks the ripe skin plush blood the drop and drop the brush just for


a moment it seems for a second thought dwindling candlelit meneragrie light shining in


gold light shining battlions clashing weaponry hit and shimmer silently the beast wanders


on through & through the hallways gleam glistening the diamonds full weep from crystalized


flames surrounding all things moving stop all things dead end forward walk on and in


walking againe deeper beneath the forest flloor the mask settles into a cloak of fire and the


star lit sky sparkling drops rainfalls of light as diamonds in the first basket collected from


beginningless time in hidden spaces deep mine artful thoughtless mind couldst thou be so


and in being so be it then and find thyself a grave to walk circles in far from the forest some


close the round tower budding lotuses beneath the winter freeze cold as an ice laid pond


colder than, nought, and wherefore art thou beauty what hast thou been doing here this


whole time endless mind forsaken dew, drop, and fall from the leaf suspended, fall from this


the tree of death for life is a barely a moment to be grasped and in grasping catch just one


breath a signless land a single moment just barely beginning to understand just just just this


what could have been and what will be what could happen and what does it do the time


clicks the mechanism within the compass broken at the dawn's lustre for dusk's luminescent


of the roses death bleeding from the cut thigh leg deep in the abyss of blacknesses deeper


mind forbidden within and far from without couldn't ever find enough time to be hiding


some ancient secret within while spilling guts from the mouth of blasphemy bleeding from


biting tongues in the realm of a thousand and one eyes fang and feign the falling leaf falls


from the dead tree barely holding on for life, to life, forever and one plus an eternity of just


trying to find out knot the wood and spiral the tree hands grasp at nothingness forever falls


away forever receeding away from the ever at a fingertips trips the stone down the mountain


kicked more days than you've lived and lived more days than one can imagine couldst but


barely remember the dream none more of a fleeting instance in the summer's sun dying for


a laughing friend dying to hear the sound of the hand being held killing what could be amen


for the embrace of greater consciousness escaping the labrinyth of spiraling days turning the


cornere round for the maze engulfs the mind with fire and only by burning be settled then


only by succumbing to the endlessness of the sand pouring from the hands you try to stop it


you try to turn back but it, far too gone into the nothingness, it is a vast expanse, it is a lost


omniscience, blood spilling from the tongue for words pouring from the heart, evermore a


long lived day lived long in the captivating play of swashbuckling the knees at the mouth of


the throne ever a lived long day long past holding onto anything for more, a second more


to the minute then and all is crumbling at the touch of an outstreched hand thinking for a


moment something exists that stands still in the desert of sin some mirage enchanted in the


forest that hides again somewhere gone into the mindless thought that dewfalls upon grass


leafs just awaiting release just clouds smoke like apparitions drifting to the tune of the song


from the beggers flute barely begun, never stopped, it is just a hallucination of a mirage it is


just entranced mesmerism hypnotisizing time into a glass for the hour poured far too fast

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