Time is a cruel mistress, taking tolls on bones and hides. Demanding caloric induction with exhaustion as a reward. Lifted up to the elements, we all are bound to the reconstitution of lost ligaments and fallen follicles. Water flows through piercing spearheading sub-committees, giving hungry votes for devouring terrestrial textiles.
Pull this tissue coated in acid, push through welling gravity-defined limitations. Yet weaken we still, shining smiles run down to crooked grins. Limitless ambition decays to apathetic conditioning.
Ghostly whispers, in borrowed bargains deadened to the over-undering influence, lead with gleaming filigree to beaten paths winding with noxious weeds. Breaches in subconscious foundations eagerly pour out chaotic inclinations, drunkening and dampening intuition's verdant fields.
Right to left, or up to down, anywhere canvassed is covered in rubies and emeralds, slowly sinking in the iron cubicles;
But even metallic bars age with the seasons, providing keys to doors bolted with oxidized dreams.
[01:21|22.8.015] ©c.thom
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