Imagine a time of complete under-developmental productivity- of same sane and riotously repetitive instances
Of sanctimonious Upheaval. Of hard-working words which can’t quite match the hands that feed them…
placed up against the spray
Of a white, blank page
And a writer’s number-one strangely insignificant strategy of Uttermost constant and soothing chaos shall reap, as opposed to wreak, hierarchical havoc..
Upon these angular-minded individuals..
When overhead aforementioned suddenly become mildly intensified, and their eyes imaginatively anointed.. …
Immaculately bespoke creatures
All Of Their Own