Dualism over a smoke

Happiness.

I have lived at my most prophetic

alone and self abusing

I've been in abundance at this

second hour of day

in some vague cinematic ideal

with only the page to see.

getting home in the

middle of the night

headthings in and

feeling gutted and

torn_____remember

falling for the city?

remember getting home?

today when today

comes before

yesterday

i remember

the things I

haven't done yet

i remember them

vividly.

Attrition

getting transfixed
in my origin
in my workload of Soul
in this
most meaningful
human hole
I put myself in for Creation.

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All my lonlies and all my Creatives,

follow soot.

Restart my mind.

Thinking of the path winds the path.

Chasing the feeling provokes it removed.

It is windy.

Restart my mind.

Meet me in blank confidence.

Blatant be the way from there.

But,
how?

Let me brew in the truth of Next.

As if light comes from the opposite side of shadow, I don't
believe it.

Darkness doesn't penetrate.

It lingers as if cold.

Except that it's never cold.

Fickle quantum is between all matter, and that's
being kind.

Reaction is everywhere. 

Where did this soot come from?

 

Scenior (inner battle)

Light evades light
had whatever night
forgot you desperate
forgot you desolate, even
forgot you on the impulse of your honesty.

It may be your turn for darkness
have you now perspired
have you now infatuated
on some unruly bend of skin.

It may be your turn for darkness
shine ceasing shine.

For what momentary memory
shall I complement yours?