forcing a bid to ask the question...why?
tattered, shred, a worn out bed
Obliviously blind
must be soft in the head!
The cheese has turned a revolting smell
inside the corpse holds a rotting shell
half a bottle of corked valpollicella
fragments on the carpet,
I could not tell her
shattered, whimsical to the end
a broken glass that could not mend
Relativity holds the key
it must be something withinside of he
a damaged chromosome
mutilated gene
something so hidden
that cannot be seen
A flowers strength, veins up the stem
neatly ironed trousers, a damaged hem
trod on by shoes covered in shit
a narrow point of view, steep sided pit
On the edge of a mountain
through snow covered hills
a blizzard forecast
photographs are stills
Movement described by an artists hand
the chills moved on to the pleasant land
seven archangels a musical theme
welcome once more
to the promised dream
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