What Is Ur Fear?
Embrace it
Imagination
Confusion
Doubt
Inquiry
Intelect
Psychosis
Precision
Limitation
Realism
Distraction
Enrichment
Dishonesty
Intimacy
Dissatisfaction
Vitality
Restraint
Stress
Intuition
Unease
Initiative
Agitation
Freedom
Victimisation
Greed
Aspiration
Immaturity
Corruption
Reaction
Inadequacy
Oppression
Seriousness
Dominance
Interferance
Deafness
Expectation
Fantasy
Exhaustion
Provocation
Struggle
Weakness
Turbulence
Hunger
Force
Forgetting
Failure
Arrogance
Desire
Halfheartedness
Purposelessness
Selfishness
Pride
Change
Constriction
Prints
Are icons are falling
as
Personal memories rise
Rain
Trembling in a container
Over
Doing nothing for the past
We are new
We are not sad, we are shells
Nothing counts
The day is long and light
curves
slow around us, into
us, as us
too slow— maybe
Missed, may be
We recite ourselves.
Up, palms grit on the old ground
We don't press our faces down
We convene
(and leave)
It means nothing
Nothing counts
More than now
as
Personal memories rise
Rain
Trembling in a container
Over
Doing nothing for the past
We are new
We are not sad, we are shells
Nothing counts
The day is long and light
curves
slow around us, into
us, as us
too slow— maybe
Missed, may be
We recite ourselves.
Up, palms grit on the old ground
We don't press our faces down
We convene
(and leave)
It means nothing
Nothing counts
More than now
She
I used to think the internet had so much to offer
How can more of more ever get boring?
There is only so much
one can seek to know
In more
In a single kind of more
Of more
Of lore
Of ore
Of glory
Glor
ia
ia
ia
How can more of more ever get boring?
There is only so much
one can seek to know
In more
In a single kind of more
Of more
Of lore
Of ore
Of glory
Glor
ia
ia
ia
Easter On The Way To The Ocean
The hair must be mechanized
If it is to be The hair
Always a prosthetic
already
She
Exhibits sure signs of growth
A plasma testiment
resilience
In spite of tender celery
Falls
falls off
falls off the bone
The hair
necessitates mechanization
We both knew
The time
Of being in a bigger body
Was wrecked with pain
Wrecked
It was wrecked before we got there
And we were two and smart
So we always knew
If it is to be The hair
Always a prosthetic
already
She
Exhibits sure signs of growth
A plasma testiment
resilience
In spite of tender celery
Falls
falls off
falls off the bone
The hair
necessitates mechanization
We both knew
The time
Of being in a bigger body
Was wrecked with pain
Wrecked
It was wrecked before we got there
And we were two and smart
So we always knew
2.22.16
I am Eve
But you bit the apple
Two halves of the same rib
Barely touching, now
Brushed shoulders
Solid man
Wounded before speaking
The pitch of your voice
Circling and confused
Never made it
The circle is closed, now
But you bit the apple
Two halves of the same rib
Barely touching, now
Brushed shoulders
Solid man
Wounded before speaking
The pitch of your voice
Circling and confused
Never made it
The circle is closed, now
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