appelquist
Bluelighter
the pieces seep and
can be seen individually,
no matter how unlikely it
may seem that they do
how they must. they must,
still, that they are; they do
...the pieces do not align
themselves and have
little need of definition, as
they define what coalescence
looks like and have, then,
coalescence apply itself
to the world;
the pieces of which happen
to be and will remain
innumerable. so alluding:
the whole is a myth. and our
reliance upon its' fiction is
the End who looms snickering
with clenches, and knowing
wags of a finger.
i love smoking, bathing, eating.
i love sweating just sitting
upright, being driven to distraction,
the way beautiful things
continnually slip my grip.
i love the boundary line between
buzzed and drunk, the crisp
futility of eating pomegranates,
like with coitus and conversation
for conversation's sake.
as yet, beginnings and endings
elude my comprehension and
loops, somehow, as yet, make
themselves as a joke for the
ages and our infinite failure.[/FONT]
can be seen individually,
no matter how unlikely it
may seem that they do
how they must. they must,
still, that they are; they do
...the pieces do not align
themselves and have
little need of definition, as
they define what coalescence
looks like and have, then,
coalescence apply itself
to the world;
the pieces of which happen
to be and will remain
innumerable. so alluding:
the whole is a myth. and our
reliance upon its' fiction is
the End who looms snickering
with clenches, and knowing
wags of a finger.
i love smoking, bathing, eating.
i love sweating just sitting
upright, being driven to distraction,
the way beautiful things
continnually slip my grip.
i love the boundary line between
buzzed and drunk, the crisp
futility of eating pomegranates,
like with coitus and conversation
for conversation's sake.
as yet, beginnings and endings
elude my comprehension and
loops, somehow, as yet, make
themselves as a joke for the
ages and our infinite failure.[/FONT]
