-04.27.2023-
Eworms wiggle’ in heavenly halos grown into discrete linage of Spring.
Those creatures merged in obsession of yore now dwell upon lately labile limbo.
Who waited twelve years yet impaired, how to repair?
Contained or commerced seats and seals to suit the sweet of sold.
Who smashed and crashed and rapped up to rank the rear?
After raptures of readily ready rehearsals were they heard.
Cornered signin’ signifies his sided sight and side,
As if soothed not him but delirium - in nodes of angst, still at bay.
Unleashed fixation only on the stage.
His flabbergasted, flash-like, frock-like, and flashlight.
Orang’, Green, Grey, and Blue shall pass to whom?
Who immersed in zillions of chats in groups.
They matched in other tongues or mismatched as the master of myth crooned
However fever attacked and fervor attached:
for now, for a while, for sure, for nil,
While devotion pending, backdrop hanging, satire stepping, urgent responding, solo messaging,
Regret and wist demanding.
So is that very moment matter, or does replay eventually hackles?
: Mine or whose vagary is versus volition here.
See public reflections of pages of the rest; touched not only gratitudes.
Something never procrastinated as a missing commune and reluctant initiative.
But Serene Did dip, Pittying the Sub inJected.
All but blurt as though my entity exists.
As though you had a reason, had the right to reply.
Glitches, spleeches, facetious facts, fumed frat, or more.
No time for ambivalence solved among encoding, decoding, and equivocating.
Pride, or conscious, or imp’ syndro’, lies in whom of me.
Have they or not claim I be the right tears, the right affection?
’Cause not mess is such impulsion, such impalation.
Avant toi, now ends in cask, back of red.
The same where it starts, avant toi, avant toi.
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