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m e t r o n i d a z o l e . . . .
VOS QUE
airliners shed sunlight
pierce heaving slight
the flit ghost lock
Tender there against the
adrenal temps
there are tempers of
madness dripping
the loose mind connections
shivers thin sheaves
tinfoil emollient
roam room rotations
and the steady moment
clarity like a thousand
foot fall opens up
like a smile
breathless on the floor
the cold pulse wake
flickering
its raining
thunder pouring
down through the
holes
draining down
against the soul
words seeping
from the texture of
the dreams
the nascent hair
of one pure arm
and a wrist
silvered encircled
a distant planets
ring in the haze
"he's awake...
i know he is.."
the moon
away
swimming
I swim
seeking
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Comments
themoonman
Thu, 2012-12-13 14:08
Damn
I feel I've been captured and released
into another state of being
and I loved it
Esker
Thu, 2012-12-13 16:21
Thanks Richard
nothing obtuse...just a run on words
the landscape of the far.....
actually been here
this is just a nice version of things...
there are many others....
I was and still am using this as an anti alcohol
deterent
but people use this to lose weight too
Antibuse is too wild to use anymore
cant get it....
lengths to this excape
just staying away from this today
love that you understand these forays
into the states of being...
Thank You
loved
Fri, 2012-12-14 08:42
At times I wonder
why I can't follow the epicuril ones
bland mind
distraught
unknowing of distant lands
perhaps!
loved