Finding ourselves in words
The throne of words unravels and are disturbed by the rubbish of sentences that fade into a
shade of screams.
I was sent to a corner of reality which extracted paragraphs, sewn into the fabric of planned
I toasted an event of a chameleon nature, to permanently mess with the weighing of
sentiments on the justice scales.
And there exists the flipping of the pages used as a fan during hot days from books but for all
intent and purpose, they are used as a creation of the pen.
During concealing moments and aspiration with a health and success, in a tempest of thoughts I
was wished many health and successes.
There was a panic in the land when libraries crumbled and the books petrified in twisted stone
The chord of servants dragged the future into the past neglecting the present, which travels in
peculiar motion against schemes.
Rare repeats in lines gone wayward with dictation dreamed in quotes of asunder laws in spaces
While the seed was sown in this present realm, and taken momentarily to another dimension
for perusal, into a typeset with a foreign thought.
Spent gratitude was granted by the ink that flows, with an open mind that is endless in the
landscape of writing.
Libation of words flow with the newest imagination, which conquers an epitome of diversity in
the original torture of creation.
The mythical surroundings struck on the hourglass of envy only to climb and embrace habitual
desecrated patterns of repetition.
A staggered tradition gives pardon to a ritual only to rejoice in ignorance, while scrounging for
a harbor of frustration.
A visiting chapter was read carrying a succession of slippery reasoning, in the bosom of magical
A forgiven justice longs for consequences with misery understood in the novella of life.
A grip written holds a stride of a stretch with the game of allotted tears of stone.