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If i stand here alone
Like a mattress of oblivion
There would be nothing there
The lump of desire there’s nothing like that before
The man came to rest
I see my heart trembling
The user interfaced with his sound of collar dreams
Of sobriety weeping
Like a crab as the shoreline strangest the creeping
Lottery of views
They must amends the secret as the draught of kindness
Like the neon light of commence sense
That’s how I watch the sinners
That now became the wound of my hand
Striving into one
Oblique satisfaction

If I stand here alone
like a mattress of oblivion
striving into one oblique satisfaction
there would be nothing there
as nothing like that before.

The lump of desire;
that’s how
I see my heart trembling,
like a crab
of the shoreline,
a creeping Lottery of views.

They must amend the secret

Like the neon light of commence sense
I watch the sinners
that now became the wound of my hand;
sobriety weeping.

The user,
the man,
came to rest
interfaced
with his sound of collar dreams;

There’s the strangest draught of kindness.




A very interesting poem, Q.
Thanks for the fun.

Mat.

The daylight like sherry’s pleasure
Your mind made up by destination dreaming
The crossroads of vanity
Saying that you will
Be my guide of solitude
As I rest in peace
I move like a solid pray
Feeling the death role humanity
Dreams of my will being thought
My light of tolerance creeping
It’s the visit of knowledge
On the crowned day
Away like the rain fooling around ….why they stranded on the porch of infinity