They’ve surely envisioned to embed and emblazon their beautifully inked bodies with anticipated delirium..
Even been thinking about causing their mammoth AND minute memories to everlastingly amount
They’ve sat and stood and witnessed these darting(!) artists sooth their softening of ink-ridden skin AND ‘suffering’ soul… …
These comfortably concerned conversations shared silently between aforementioned artist and human article of descriptively progressive intelligence: “Yes, precision speaks.”
However, not a WaRbLiNg wOrD but for ten more endless hours of antAGONISED BlIsS, perhaps(?!) NO such lapse in cReAtiVe concentration either —
As a constant and clearly ‘cutthroat’ element of fixated focus appears to have aforementioned embalmed AND emblazoned them (again)
Be it from ear-to-ear, or eye-to-lip… or their pUlSaTiNg(!!) chest to r-e-m-i-n-d the mind
That there IS INFACT a heart down there somewhere. Someplace – “far-reaching for its Ace-of-Spades to make handheld sense (of itself)”
Still b-e-a-t-i-n-g and bReAthInG and Good-God(!!) v-e-r-y nearly feeling…
… E-V-E-R-Y-T-H-I-N-G, actually. Only minus a religious tilt and PLUS a needle’s dint of PRECISION
