MOMENTO

MOMENTO

literature insinuated into a mind block of

assiduousness, a time warning scraped

in through eyes dead. Curtain – warped

be pretence and sincerity again.

Drive by and shape my reverb, I

have a cost that kills in miasmic

intrusions, light, fast, triumph

once more. Touch brakes and feel

the difference, the innocuous hold

of dry intention, tethered at the

eye of the storm. Cognisant and

anarchy; a molecular tampering

on tomorrow’s fold of bliss, the

treachery available not possible. Momento,

a honey pot, a kiss of striving interlope,

loquacious and memorial once

again.

Angle.

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