Monthly Archives: September 2016

I chip away the outer shell, with numbing fingers, that respect genuine poeticism, and I edit her image, using hypochondriac stylization, but I keep adhering to machine leadership, though I wanted just feeble amounts of control, as I prepare the rules of how she might lie down, while succumbing to overtly beautified angst, yet I reinforce irritation, and I don’t understand the embarrassment in your voice, though I complement appropriately, while I defer to utopian potential, but I lament forgotten godliness, as I am turning a knob for the infinite revolutions.