dabnotu
In what order, is it possible to shake off others? | uttering any possibility other than that tightness | in time, in truth, arbitrary, but conveniently so, | synonymous to no choice but to finally give it up. | Understand, then, when access to exception becomes | over letting go of discernible obvious advantages. | That the verse remains terse implies unwillingness | loosely, shedding off especially withered facades. | answerable only in the sense that it can but guide | treated with an impetus catalyzing no impassivity, | nestled as any pressure that exudes calm pondering | even with earnest, in, at its core, consideration, | meaning, or indicative of its scope, one does hope | impossible to decipher, or even devoid of purpose, | rooted, but not so deep so as to become concealed, | tetherless, yet ever aware of the original tension | extended so far into wonder that curiosity abounds | Define once again, and make it an endless question | surfaces that flatten out particular circumstance. | Isolate the wayward impulses, until they are plain | theatrics that entice, assertions so overwhelming. | atrophy, but how can conscious efforts shrug aside | happens to be a needed outcome to come out of mind | Withstanding all the staving off of not one's self | reset, a hard turn around, in any other direction? | Otherwise, what other wisdom could so inspire a we | susceptible to the apparently elusive commonality. | understandable attempts at reaching for any accord | thinking, while not existing just merely to oppose | introduced simply, if possible by living together, | reminiscent of any inkling like acquired knowledge | tempered through a constant trod toward no thought | energized incongruously by dynamic self enervation | Determined to stomp out any act related to reason, | So senses are not at fault, if equipped with sense | assumed to be attributable, toward limited formats | headed, yet with questions as to a precise purpose | Taught to be taut, when the fist opens up, readily | Insistence can only betray even that hidden heart. | Heed then that conscious tug to pull but together. | A success measured by the amount of abled division | never the less or just short of filling the vacuum | steering the interactions which in turn are halted | given over or taken under by the trance of an epic | Return to Archive
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