The working metaphorical toolbox derived from plagues
I undo symmetry
There is a fortress in her greeting
Why not?
I’m getting squished against the royal mirror,
but I zoom out & taste pixelated clues from infinity
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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,
unsimilar
Why not overdose the cosmetic bribery?
Unknown breakability
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
Gargoyle
She understands philosophical irritants
Trickery
I’m evacuating the puzzle
Why slower?
I fixated on a void, beneath their memorializing occupation
I get absorbed by twisting windy suction
How might intellectualizing find rest?
The voyeurism is now
She partially confesses about undisturbed geometry
I fund psychological ornamentation
The crackle in waiting room speakers
Ancient logic
Does missing evidence tenderize poetry?
I bang on it with an uncoordinated & warlike rhythm
Why not subscribe to imaginary fixtures?
There is desire to tidy up
There is velcro unlatching somewhere
I build categorical homes for apathy
Why recognize elicitation?
She goes back to it
The finite quality is erased by madness
These ruling orders,
like a mannequin factory,
pester & disarm, contented belief
I’m admiring loiters of the game
Where can storytelling nix valuation?
I gently brush through idealism
Meteorological forecast
She doesn’t easily remember nouns
