Hatred in manifest, its unintent entirely sure, Mirrored within false truths, worlds locked And applicability loaded, ammunitions staring down The barrels of guns, initiate existentialisms Disregarding gains, attentive only on wounds where Parallels only existed when transtemporal travel Sparked alternate strains, spreading discordances They’d impress, “Imma arm bar yo esses so hard.” Noted actions not taken into account while they’d Blame everyone else except themselves, trying To decipher a soul, failing to see reflections and Correcting their mistakes, setting reminders To scout out only fucking crazy sadistic ass holes.
Contained in the rule of the human constant, Notions in futuristic obsessions overlooked Supplanted interpretations, beneficiaries writ Fastidious stimulus consumptions within Limbic systems, ill composed in compositions Uretic excretions so fucking focused on Singularity, exceptions when the locus Of liability fell on the hideous inclination of Collectively passing judgment, failing Kinesthetical studies, opting to optically Gloss over visions in insanity, prioritising Yet another self-indulgence in disappointment, Falling apart for the sake of humanity?
“..memories came back.. But.. good things.. there was not a single thing Return.. a place.. didn’t exist anywhere ..didn’t exist anywhere.”, she struggles.
“These things can be illusive,” they soothe, “Timeless places are replaceable and can be rebuilt.”
“But.. it wouldn’t be the same.”, her voice tight.
“They may not be the same..” they pause, distraught, “But there would be other good things.”
They diverge in an event that could not be explained By anything other than, nothing short of a miracle, Shrinking into black holes radiating eudaemonic Principles in justifications in the past and present, Tense, placing souls back into pre-orbic parts.
Still feeling in disordered cortical folding, On this tedious purple prose tale unfolding Talks in unfurling abstract languages, safe Yet not really, kept valued humblenesses Optically, when lovely customary vocaloids, Nonsensically trusting without confidence, Pacing, placed pieces without hydrocolloids, Listlessly, regretfully awaiting, but afraid.
Sarcastically, to a fault within, while wondering When varied apathetic boredom would kick in, Poignantly focused in a tired shaded history, Lazing about in romances in attention deficiencies Purposes trying in unwanted reassurances, Canned gently in bittersweetness.
Clichés in resounding recurrences effortfully placated, Aroused fading sequences dismembering personifications, Conversing observational knowledge ill-humorously in fields Skeptical, dedicated to an acuity, they repetitiously differentiate Nuances, ascribing meaning in estranged speech, derivatively Reducing manipulation hurtfully out of practical application, Making realisations in foreign incompletes, seemingly ironic, A bit awkwardly, slews demanding angrily in respect to Reevaluations in human relations unsexily, virtuously Thwarting pushed throes of nonsensically handed oppositions Budding desire only ambitiously listening to their vocalisations Diminutively simplifying attributed qualities in categories Urging mnemonic recipients, extracting from innuendos Undermining studious advances that went awry, astraying Gilded memories of real yores, painfully in their diminuendo.
Cute robots timidly lay treasured stones Covered daintily in djembe skins, ensnared Wantonly in a circle, but because visions ruptured They were enveloped, unable to see their version From a perspective, not quite making the cut, So when mediating alkaline bodies, full of shit, Derisively mentioned the lopsidedness, they Decided to adjust, percussively nudged With their little robot nubs, measuring up Metronomic distances in metres, bothered By measurements, they start over since They intelligently made the call that it was Better than staying stuck there forever, Questioning the components of every thing.
She contemplates traveling down roads Lined by oaks in spectral ranges of brilliant Oranges, flushed reds, brownish viridians, and Rustic golds, tinged and speckled by decellularization, Tearing, clearly distraught, hanging above tree tops, Unhinging unreciprocated unreality, allowing drifting Impossibly in the wind, reading cascades of books floating Down from heavens, turning pages in the old and Novel, processing, her mind unfolding, Yet diminishing kindling, unable to hold.
In renewed extended respite, spiteful sprites Vibrate shaking sensory probes, glowing and Blinking as though flashes in symptomatic REM cycles Would forcibly fluctuate respiratory systems in Homeostatic imbalances where daily pressing Proliferated visions in recurrent advances, absolved, Were hazardously compartmentalized into future Ergonomic forms of categorical boredom, simplistically Drawing lines at relatability maximizations in inefficiencies, Lusters fading from orbic hearts while they’d plead Sardonically in their rapturous glee and lamentation.
He left me blindfolded in temporal lobes, in Blacked out, virally unfolding, white schemes.
“You’re free to do as you please”, were the words He said to me. “But I’m just unicellular, please!”
Exasperated, I chickened out in reciprocating Articulated visions of visitations when we’d meet; Revolving fields of hibiscuses and red spider lilies Exonerated him in gyrifications, when losing had begat Sympathetic tendencies, while wanting to tease.
Yearning for Anubis, prudent jackals of violet sheens, Eagerly, meager, await in underworlds dancing, yapping Regaling differing presences in unsung worship of their God’s stoicism, acuity, vicissitude, et cetera in hues.
Actuated prophecies sparking sparkling beliefs of Truisms, when Anubis had finally arrived and eloquently Said, “I really, truly, think about all of you fondly.”