It is this learned deception against time, this TwIsT of the living fairytale: these rule-adhering people have. No real place on his PLANet earth. ActuALLy!
“In fact, how could they ever even begin to?” Bother themselves to bother anymore
He’d much rather be… momentarily mesmerised by the sight of his own dAnCinG, d-a-r-t-i-n-g eyes, burning a raw-red hole thru’ that of a thankful CANvas that CAN
This silenced fuller focUS: only there IS no such ‘us’, just one angered and besotted, lonely-old-man of Many MOVEments of body… meets with muscular a-trophy, perhaps?
A DiShEveLleD body of work which sits and STANDS and sleeps distantly before him; he himself this dutiFULLY disheveled AND distanced body —-
Of wailing bone .
