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entropy

"Hello, I am entropy."
I will say,
in a cautionary foreshadowing
to All: from this night forth.

"Hello, I am entropy",
I will report in repeat as an added warning of unharvested relief.

"Hello, I am entropy."
I say to the sky missing it's Mune.
already familiar with the boon
of my: acute arcanum esoteric loon-itis.

Do not wane, with attempted dilution.


Do not wax, with exhumed phantasmagoria.

Just let me know: true!

if it is okay to accord: both ebb to glow,


in the lackadaisical tiptoe
down the intimate stairwell.

As it will then be agreed after thrice said,


"That I am entropy."

So, maybe, one day I too can have correspondence


that does not: end in flames.

to dance

am tired of being told how to die or speak and what prisms choose my belief.
though I can still obscure in my own songs; heard I have of blades in
the tasted:
skeletal marrow of leftovers from capitalism in a back alley barrow.
where spirit’s keep in broken towers built
for the Fall; talking in ash and scavenging syntax
,
death in lovely trees, and windows for us
to trapeze yond the marionette strings we tied
ourselves to hues of the Republic we danced to
drunk in the stars caught and sunk
,
to dance
we danced in ellipsis around our derelict
flames; dilapidated souls carolling merry-woes
in hungry tones of the drapes upon the lamps
of Djinn.
the mirages that were the deserters of the lusting,
Oasis we lens.

flowerbeds
was looking for taste buds,
sad as a doorbell.

when the sky asked the day,


"if mountains were flowers,
then rivertongues would-through mountains breathe becalmed.
a
thankyou for, Who
mountains-in flowers,
the dark of day.
a
pollen's bloodlock stream.

illumination! inhales: the all.


as wanderstrut across the starways.
in moccasins, to the first beauty.
of the first fool.
of 'Mu') something that is,
because it is not(when Lovely,
was.not-every Night of-any
Shade. justyou.

tiptoes the archipelagos,


in mt.vesuvius glamour
to moments-in pompeiis
forever,sung;
the: mountainous.heart.as: flowerbeds.never.truly.apart.

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