Laying back, enjoying seasons reason, C.
Peppered tongue. Not a sky in the clouds.
Bluer hues, stillness. Unspecified access.
Returning home. Compilers grounded in.
The mildew soils aroma surrounding me.
The forests needles freedom treasonous.
In isolations prowess flourishing, grafted.
New species of exploration generations.
‘Reduced instruction set’ - Read Header.
Firefighting causality’s quest to restore.
Springs regeneration hints at compilers,
Error codes. Respiration halted, salted.
A==B, an antiquarian aspiration exhaust
Actions speak louder than words ever do. Outcomes, change, plasticity of meaning
Intervention of conversations, privacy.
In repercussion. Walls have, eyes a jar.
Interpretation of a lyric. Could go wrong
Hisser at the prowling boundary. Facetted foreword.
Hound. Count the billion reasons not.
Irises bold emerald cinder. Flushed out to my blue grey tinder.
Raging envy of the furniture, surfaces.
Contact company contaminant. Sterile.
Bluster butter. Soured to scorching.
Rounded down to bursting!
About the Creator
Paul Beckett
I’m a writer, horologist & joy filled explorer. Reality to me is plastic. I’m fascinated with time, quantum physics, analogue and fashion.
My writings at least 69% autobiographical, often 99%
Fav:Johnny Panic and the Bible of Dreams- S.Plath
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