supposedly, elements must collide

in a state where norms are kings

and brethren, brothers of wind

decreased falsification of valid

self. I awed myself.

and of self.


less must never corrupt full-

thudding fist of blood

nor the slow-motion act of

falling leaves

on the creekside of

fantasy dilemma, lost are

the emotions held up

in a cheddar chamber.

for our norm is purely hurricaned

each touch a sabotage

I came: as calcified as my heart.



16th of November 2012


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