Feed me the heat and flavor of credulous dreams
I'll swallow their inherent potential
hovering the highest of heights
there held by measures and musings of the caged lot
the folly of inability mixed with belief
navigating the fluff of the common placating route
"Turn me on, then turn me down"
free fall grips the totality of the treat
heed and make no matter of time
feel the rounding of the jagged
entropy of the unbound
antidote to saccharine
jaw agape for the milk of ages to be guzzled
tell me, do you wish to
wrangle in faith
something of anything
once so insignificant
mouth clenched in realization
belting and fraying the chords which ache behind walls
protected by the nothing so viciously swayed before the starving
once pried, blood will seep into your fabric
Outlining footprints of the immotile
