People are rendered meat. Suckle and feed from a cold unblemished bosom. Your mind detests to undermine, to underpin a killing season. No room for assumption, no hit or miss.
I spell frequently. Accrued the seed for my introduction to sweet self-induction. But in your defence we won’t persist, don’t exist. It’s all pretence.
We teethe for oxygen. Pass me a portion of. It needs no support. It’s acting on your behalf, listening…
Abide, Sublime, Reverb and Resonate. Time pass by it’s so damn menacing!
On separate sides at different ends: message received – message sent. Break and bind the time we spend. What you see is what you get. This is not a rehearsal for polite lament, you’ll find it’s spent. This is not a rehearsal. Hold it all in, hold it!