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

Why not? 

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?

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


She understands philosophical irritants