Esen

There was patiance
and the thunder rocked,
the thirst stirred.
A spinning diltution of dialated pupils
falling forward to the ground,
blinded and frozen
soft embrios of light growing inside of your dillisuion,
confusion.
A sindicated rerun of relapsed memory
looking for a trigger, a fault, something to jog and whisper.
Build the consious to a grand leison, hemmoraging all the memories to the surface.
Wipe away the coating and the let the heat thaw the cornea.
Rememberance,
a sweet passion of liquidated thoughts and broken puzzles of spontaniaty,
remember me.
Let your eyes see.

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~Esen
What is everyone doing in my room?

J.R.V.A.

Thanks Chauncey.... Great stuff as always

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And as she plays,
her sweet song of laughter
floats through the air
and warms my heart