my demands.
i want to change the perception of poetry.
i want it to become a sort of hidden magick --
syllables dancing upon natural aural meter.
i want to eat the gods
with a forked conciousness
and sharpened tongue.
i want to bend light waves
around fragments of inspiration
and remember the beauty of the world
through ink stains on blank paper.
i want it to become a sort of hidden magick --
syllables dancing upon natural aural meter.
i want to eat the gods
with a forked conciousness
and sharpened tongue.
i want to bend light waves
around fragments of inspiration
and remember the beauty of the world
through ink stains on blank paper.
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this ones great... keep writing/posting.
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