Sometimes I try to find the gods within me. The divine meaningful pedigree. Will you ingratiate my soul and feed me? If I drink from the river Lethe, will I find peace? Would my pointless wounds heal? Hands that heal won’t touch me. Ingratiate my soul. My tears crystalize but they are worthless. Will you…… Continue reading Semblance Will Suffice
Everyone is drinking smoke All I know is turning black. Bleeding gums and nostrils, come to write my way. To try to save me To discover And recover who I am. Somewhere in these internal landscapes, I’m floundering and hemorrhaging a clouded image.
Sending letters back and forth, No semantics here, Just straight up code, In this program of life Only ones and zeroes The yays and nays. A beautiful dance, Governed by the most absolute of laws.