

wasiambackslash. hyphen. ampersand. flux, i bore you on the wings of cataclism laced too tightly under stonethrows sheathed in backslash. colon. colon. i once was Am simple. glory. flawed. parenthetical an asterix to be edited backslash. control. delete. insert. exclaim.wasiam


Hic Dommus DeiHic Dommus DeiHic Dommus Dei
I sing the anthem of a nation's de-creation. Of star-spangled hope loss and discourse at slow drawls.
I sing of Olaf, on the third day resurected. All torque and exhaust
with a gas can cross (& burning saviour)
& of this. This sybaritic tic whose fallen planes in astral rains foist fallow feilds (in conflagration of the past; progened phoenix from the ash)
I sing of this: these aeneous bricks. Before supined, this empire Broklyn stood on native fathers ruins was boigenitor to change &n


Dream no. 14i saw her love entagle me in bloody sheets in bosnia as bombs fell we hid within ourselves & found within eachother the beauty in destructionDream no. 14
of a burgeoning epiphany too late realized but cast permanently a tribute in the molten hands of mortars


Dream no. 27In too deep,Dream no. 27
unknowingly an ethnographic err pounding down Cairo's opulence but never gaining speed. With greif enough to slaughter their screaming schildren, i deampt. too wrapped in nights haze and damp cheeked fears. that you may come play god and hero, plodding his return. But, no. Some horror flick rememisce witha wide billed cap and utility belt jangling with fallen swords came & I
dreampt in a jeep, I
fleeing lead, I
screaming through muddy waters&up cliffs burning tariffs and sudden vortexes, I
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I try to entertain, but people just end up hating me.
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