The fractional cyborg aspects,
within her mobilized joy
I remain lusting for indivisibility
How do prophecies take us elsewhere?
There is fictionalized blockage,
& this race for antidotes,
is certifying permanence
She hones deterioration,
for the sake of new births
The wavy geometrics in her naked movement,
which exist only through faith
I reminisce about lingering havoc,
& considerations of beauty
Where is misplaced desire?
This bystander is taking more appropriate notes
Her postural angles,
keep stoking the drama
I never forget to implicitly build additional complexity
The feathered regret of a misspoken identity
How do we bridge godless answers?
I plagiarize shelter
There will be an echo,
that loiters within campaigns for normalization
Her tomorrow dusted off the joystick
This prevailing tension underneath masked innocence
I ricochet along crinkly fliers in our hallway
The batch is doused with evolutionary ingredients
How might an obvious fracture in logic promote the new?
She attacks with graceful technicality
These demarcating symbols of validation
How can we market integrity?
I’m still unbinded from the alpha waves,
& her ghostly dotted lines are evaporating quickly
There is need for rupture
The working metaphorical toolbox derived from plagues
I undo symmetry
There is a fortress in her greeting
I’m getting squished against the royal mirror,
but I zoom out & taste pixelated clues from infinity
Jittery riddles coming at me
Why do experiences of taste fade away?
The game ends if tension relaxes,
in futile hopes of actualization
We crave impossibility
I will not execute a real bridge to her
It’s windy, & pages flutter in accordance
How does spirituality keep track of us?
The cumulative illusions,
destabilizing archetypal harmony
I proceed en route,
to a mood,
Why not overdose the cosmetic bribery?
Where are your propagated tumbling leaves?
I quickly regret my signal
The algorithmic lullabies,
keep dragging misplaced intention,
that circumscribes our figurative wound
Disc jockey master
Don’t reverse it until alarms need calamity
Their stabilizing fashion
I become wrinkles
How can paradox heal an idling mood?
I’m recruiting this damn for obedience
The font is credited with swagger
She understands philosophical irritants