Oracle of an
Obsessive Orphan
Placid
complexion..... Whom among you is intimately acquainted with that subjective gargoyle
in a benevolent disguise? Who's microphone was mute, arising in instant flashes
of emotion! & detoxing in dull doorways of crumpled paper. As these fields
of philosophy
saunter on a racetrack of confusions. Quoting great minds but with little understanding
of their words, & these normal notes are numbing, but jail birds always thrive
on pulling one over on the warden. Funny how the facts were just another work
of fiction, stiff as any loose limb, A mate to a mantis! & Our alchemy occurs in the
echo of
early hours, curious as caterpillars coiled on bluish broomsticks, welcoming
this wanton
cycles golden harvest!
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