2.13.2022

back-buckling from the blackness

Wandering and fragile, 
fists and crowns, 
over contaminated 
zones disguised as working paradises, 
elements flowing 
through evolutions, 
shape-probing; 
as apt as the senseless 
mooncalf, Titans, 
wig-man? 
 
Everything and everyone kindred 
the cloud-form, that vacillates, 
stagnates and swells, 
moulders and frays. — It calms 
the legendary, the empty blue, rips, 
back-buckling from the blackness, 
wandering and fragile. 
 
Visible only, when she's gone, 
antimatter spirit. 
It is the day, since she's 
convincing us of simulacrum, 
once more, 
wandering and fragile, 
revolving. 
 

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