Drank from natures poison iv(s) where I found malenourishment for the fluidity of a rotten soul
Tore petals from a bedded terrain, and rinsed my leaves with sun rays to scrub blemishes on my expression
Discovered a calm fort within the comfort of discomfort and collected rain drops to irrigate my barren tear ducts
Soaked up wind chimes with ragtime to apply unearthed atmospheric pressures to the faces of watered down mainstreams
Grassroots injected the love of God in me so I captured mental pictures of the seasons then released them to gyrate in the reflection around me
Felt the clouds shed skin in winter mixtures, hail froze, the sky melted, and snow burst from the atmosphere as I was in between time like colons
Lied lifeless reaching for the sun in arms reach until the rigor of rigor-mortis left my limbs numb like running frozen hands under hot water
Leaping from the poem into the depths of my circonscious I am trapped within a conundrum of layered pages behind special editions