.The Void Grenade. - ''A minute into seconds while all sounds melt.''

 

 

Fumble up a ton

 

of space

 

based on an

 

intricate principle,

 

templates made to be 

 

shared;

 

around the globe is where

 

I set visions

 

to conquer

 

greater heights to gaze,

 

while waiting up my front

 

for a new standard

 

definition

 

of a sweet supple tuition.

 

 A duple that quadruples

its value,

 

as it dapples

its spin of the balloon

 

where

we float.

 

 

Stars that start

 

to fall from grace into

new shows

 

to perceive;

they take us

as they pet ash

that once were flames

arousing

the songs of the flow

itself.

 

 

While He mirrors

The present

 

when I present

a never-ending

 

parade:

 

Charade,

a Cosmic Grenade,

turn into raisins shaped

carousels:

 

together

 

forms a pearl

 

that shines so feral

 

when

 

looked at.

 

 

Too much.

 

 

Is a mask which repels

 

my intentions with you and

 

the rest of the air

 

 

in between

 

 

our eyes locked

 

as the smoke showers

 

 

in betwixt.

 

 

'Tis a night to remember

 

by,

 

bye-bye.

 

 

Bypass

 

my barriers as I put

 

some more

 

concrete to fill

 

all the cracks

 

beneath.

 

 

And make me lose

 

the air

 

that

 

escapes:

 

 

it's a better

 

 Story

 

So, if you please 

 

Do Tell.

  

I think 

it's time

to

        fall

again

 

 

 

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