THE WHIPPING OF CONSCIOUS THOUGHT

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The whipping of conscious thought

Submitted: December 01, 2011

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THE WHIPPING OF CONSCIOUS THOUGHT In the dark lit corner a provoking minion circumnavigates the point the point past which there is no return a semi audible tone a babbling in some incandescent shade of night a window to an opportunity barely there its wayward stare scares up a likeness thought to evoke a lofty platitude staring back at you from a land driven to an insane breech in time a slipping a slip sliding away and your tentacles grasp a driven icon to culture shock the masses pin point the difference between one and the next its symmetry offers condolences in its neck of the woods to a vaguely permissible passing wayfarer and the unleavened bread choked down hums to the twilight in a new days grasp and we were actually able to build that structure again a painstaking dive into no man's land unblemished tides can crash on your personal shores and scar the living flesh bubbled in a cauldron and excavated to scorch the living and blemish the dead and if I found myself alone wearing a warlocks title did I seal my naked form wreathed in the light of a different moon so far away from safety it clanks and tangles its way up the staircase with formidable ease whispering to the lost forefront of true desire and feeling drizzle on my face the different ones the others take you so far away and their set and written in stone and blood nay saying whisks you away the fountain of youth bastardized to threads its shreds drip upon the face of heaven


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