Hi-ho and hello.
A Poem
By: M. R. Vega
Static envelopes that of worry, of reflection, and solution. Static to the jungle of the mind. Take an extinguisher to the flame, douse me in carbon, snuff the blazen charred crisp.
Static envelopes that of the confabulations, turmoiled unchecked resolve…static to the road that I call control, give me a parallel.
Static envelopes the mettle of the self like a muzzle to the heart of the thoughts of an abyss darkened by an ouroboros of solutions to a conflict unseen, unknown, but certain.
Static envelops that of the mind, of the heart, of the worry, the inconsistent innocence of today, today, today, today…today.
Static envelopes that of the body, riled, pillaged, drained, and dried. Tried and true to the malleable tenacity of persistent motion, incessant anguish to the power of manipulation.
Static.
Static.
Static.
C’est La Vie
Good night and good morning.i thank you for the patience and apologize for the very late posts that’ll be parading through. Til tomorrow.
NOSCE TE IPSUM
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