REMISSION

REMISSION

i don’t remember if there was anything to remember, a lightning sadist saying something to the overture of glass and sightseeing, a

 band of uncontrived dividends reaching out to see a place which

never existed, never remembered, and this is excitement,

 foreign languages lick the door, my apples are frozen as i needed

 to think more, i dress well in fashion scapes of unrealistic bliss

and this intention isn’t certain, i hated the pain in her hand, drinking

milk which could be off but without haste of thought, a silent reprimand gazing on my pick-up sticks, i waited in conjunction with favour,

 torn of this and seeing outside in the mirror is something

 forgotten too soon, i don’t remember if you were supposed to be here this afternoon and listless coercion,

settled far back in the seat-dirt of creation, whilst a smirk pours me a drink to toast the good mourning dawn

and i related in a track worthy goodness of spiteless refresh,

 domain and recumberance, the night time reflects,

if there isn’t any beauty here then i will make sure for the next, a jungle shit stuck try 

hard of no-nothing ice, and we needed this determined

as we got lost before blessed,

and the nightgown veil of immaculate relief, floating high on the sugar of a

chocolate factory doctrine,

architecture,

 chapel and priest i never needed this anyway – you press on like buffoons and i aim to see the monkeys of yesterdays tycoon, whisper and meet her, refined in between, the songstress of seeming input no longer has sheen, and i’ll watch you, incinerate,

 no timing too soon, as i thank you for interruption on this path with no doom.

Nicolee Ferris

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