The Depth of Deepness

Very deeply, penned by the author. I would suggest you obtain a dictionary, as not only a prose write, but also filled with meaning, and knowledge for the forthcoming...

I shiver to think

such a demeanor of such

could leak the enactment in time

wrinkling its way below the dirtiness

that has interred many lives...



Exhausted by everything savage

your bony fingers slipping through the night

the articulation of disregarded people

unknowingly, being solicited by Lords of past

voices walking within the crisp night air



An imbecility howling in the ground

of misplaced weeping, unnoticed faces, departed bodies

exposed graves, streams riveted over

of edged emotion, motioning a dictation forth

that is unlikely, to fully repress your emptiness...



Your brow raised at high noon, parchment paper its lining

broken over years of trauma, hurting those around the area

fortifying your own inevitably, forsaken the others who preceded

beyond carpeted promise, beneath luminous carvings

deceased is the person who cannot look pass itself



Lips like acid renditions of metal formulations

oozing from the eye sockets, the last standing foisted ones

blood running from the brass knuckles, the influences of the flame-less

the pedagogy half-witted, over-grown with scrawny versification

pins laying across the air, where the terminal foot step impeded upon



You speak in a external tongue, unaccustomed to sea, or land predators

enigmas every other utterance, claiming to be King, of a sea that doesn't exist

under the beautiful jewel, its location now carmine flutes, immaculate

of any species known to redbrick day humankind �" cusps spilling gently

to sanctioned thoughts, and second-rate debris....



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Author's Note

How deep did your mind go with this?