Static with Chaotic Notions

I felt small only just enough to enough to make my skin crawl,

hanging onto insignifigant rock-like grains of sand to ward off the breeze.

which one and who was i with when whatever happened on wednsday transpired?

Waiting in the wings of a liar, and I remembered leaving before anyone could remember me.

Parasitic in the purest possible pondering, as when recalling wanderings through winter parks

as i was wondering...

...what was the goings on with all the giving in while breathing out?

My life was a verse that disappeared because it was never written

feeding in while the mind starved without questions.

I could feel nothing, as i had never fed anyone else, holding on like eacjh thought was held in the highest

esteem.

Is ther a master plan with out a master?

This falsified grace will certainly devour the gods of the race

planting a seed without fortitude to watch it wilt in amusement.

It was slightly amusing to muse about such abuse.

I had abused the seed, placed in a garden that hade only known weeds,

scared away because i saw a cop car.

Everything was settling when it vanished at the hints of vanity accented the edges...

Creation had crumbled with conceit.

But I satisfying the gratifying, escaped.

Reluctance in rectifying right at a rune of risk.

Now ruin withdrew from chance, when taking chances

was the only choice to create another chance.

NOw that same seed could mock me from it's diluted grave, and in this i learned to hate

and despise the deceased.

Deny the garden

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