SWEET TOOTH

 

tHEY WERE LOW LEVELS STUCK ON THE LIMITED PHYSICAL AND RESTRAINED BY FEAR. bOUND BY THEIR OWN LIMITED KNOWLEDGE AND CAPACITY THEY SUBMITTED THEMSELVES TO PERSONAL SACRIFICE AS A CONDUIT FOR DESIRE.

 

pAIN KEPT THEM CONSCIOUS OF MOTIVE UNFORTUNATELY, AND THEY USED THAT TO TARGET AND PURSUE WHATEVER SILLY CONCEPTS OCCUPIED THEM. a FUNCTION OF THIS LIMITED CAPACITY, FOREVER REFLECTED IN PRACTICE, LEAVES ALL PARTICIPANTS WITH A BAD TASTE IN THEIR MOUTH

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BUN

I pair my thoughts with the vultures and let them circle the same. Thoughts over death?
Everything can’t be so fucking macabre. Maybe the birds are just tired.

If this is a pattern coiled to decay, I’d prefer the sky to carry on.

BUN

Swallow

Tilt me on natural and ferry to land

Breeze beneath and trees shutter by

Final rest and breath again

 

Many a river in my mind, few the lakes

Currents through season and field

 

Like in sun a bed of grass

Scatter the branches and rattle leaves

*Influenced by the song North Swallow by Barn Swallow*