The Self..

The smells will always stay.
Flares their eyes daren’t see
They dart uncontrollably
As earth shakes underneath
From off of craze
Off of abomination!
Borne on heavy, sultry, sickening… !

Death lingers in these corners–
An eternity longer;
A life in anastrophe.

Or want I to believe,
The misery my feet ache–
Unencumbered.
The days fade on
Lies go on…

Know thyself.
Admitting you knew not what..
All what was vivid–it dimmed
Into silent tongue;
Restless mind
Violent hand–
Poitless strand.

–More friends.
Mort d’un autre–
La mort de l’autre.

________

Photo Cred: Wally.

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