Saturday, August 29, 2015

When the wounded tree

When the wounded tree
leaves the city of
swollen fabric, and the
tides of past lives scars
an echo for eternities'
mistress, while dancing
in an oval petroglyph
sunbeam, we arrive.

Seeking a mathematical
solution to all this
designate pre-functional
neural spending, concedes
our destination through the
only discourse we will
ever need to follow.

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