دگرگوني

angles artfully arranged, apparatus apparently caged and lost in a chain of painful thoughts while the sunspots of sincere smiles are spread miles apart, but don’t get disheartened there’s time for some lime and coconut, extend a crime halfway for a smoked cigarette butt. crumpled cringing and desperate, infringing on your own respite, it’s a self-induced hell pit but it’s so easy to break away. celebrate each day with a smooth exhale, let each groove in your brain prevail in its every waking impression and you’ll be fine. take your time. expression and oppression all in second person, mental evaporation worsens and rationality coagulates. sit back and attack the cynical yoke sac that blurred your vision in the first place, there’s always a worse case to misplace with a graceless face, however that’s too clever an endeavor for it to really be true and you’d know that without any flashbacks.

explosive responsive thrills that thunder outward with every blast that echoes from within the belly of the beast. gunslingers and misty horticulture guide one to a sacred state of contentment. and the Bodhi tree remains still as it rears and cultivates the chaos around it into a stable peace. like the still water in a dazzling clear lake whose face is interrupted sporadically by a glorious silver koi. how many have lost their minds? how many have collapsed into the quicksand of indifference and lost the flame that ignites that passion for change? and the green grass grows and the trees choke on the stagnant dioxide that governs their life-giving lungs and nobody can ever stand all the way up.