This is his sleeping slumbering silence; his call to bedraggled arms; his every waking minute to hour to early am again
Of upside down and wonderfully written portrayal: this boLoud-Mouthed drivel of a most… paused for taught/taut thought sort.
We’ve been watching, we’ve even been witnessing his fall to face; from here to there to everywhere which will INEVITABLY strengthen…
This stayAWHILE MIND: mighty, magnificent; seriously self-effacing and readily prepared…
To break all of these self-explanatory rules of old, archaic and past-tense SeNtEnCeS of eager-faced… disdain(?!)
Some love it; some will sit starry-eyed and, somehow… become DiSgUsTiNgLy both disGRUNTingly electrified
By said might of a never-say-die/cRy/WhichEver sense of articulate tense suits Us, rarely.. made to be s-h-a-r-e-d
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Yet, this has specificALLy been a challenging thing of tantamount and ‘transcendental’ wherewithal.
Something which songs-AND-sings a mother fucking SWANSONG
And at the last inner part of EVERY next inch
of his bare-naked BONE- he’s home; he’s here, he is t-h-e-r-e; he is… … WHERE, eXaCtLy, though… it really does not matter one (fucking) bit Anymore!!
WIDE OPEN, close those ShAtTeRpRoOf doors as you go, “please”
