Poetry

Abstract freeform poems that may not be good or understandable, but might yet be enjoyed in another way.

methodFunction

private void sounds(everything) {

newLines

punch-card programs
echoing
extrapolating
competing
recursive calls

boolean thoughts
muffled
lost
in the arguments
of concert halls

fooling the void
pulses of impulse
a beat
the mind can dance to
and not another

everySingleBreath.makingSense();

stop();

this.return(methodFunction);

}

A perfect death
for its almost nature

An effort towards
a injested jelly

Further a tearing white flash
and die just more

A dripping grin
toweling off

Spitting out
a barbwire breath
to begin again

On the every day…
…he created himself

On the every other day…
…he rested

And as he was done
was as he began

Another great mystery

Listening to his lesson
it lessened

See now!
the [...]

The smell of
rust flavored grass
sand not yet glass

A dew
through hair
moved by dubbed wind
matching my musk

Bare knees
absent mind
unkempt
thoughts
not kept

Two eyes
look back
miss each other
and keep going

We
are
All
Right.

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