Poem to Mer

I take on anarchy.

What about the continuity?

No longer.

Not even coherence?

None.

But the water?!

Come on man, I've dessicated.

Now let me swallow rocks in peace.

I cannot write normal prose in my current situation of shackledom, cannot sit in my current state of being bound, say it is your lack of will or sheer disregard but it is not

Describe my state I cannot, but I know not what to do or how to live.

I must commit treason.

Having reached a complete inability in all things by one mighty external toxicity under roof, I am unable to comprehend my current state of shackledom but cannot also the disappointment following an incomplete assignment, so I turn in all that I could genuinely muster. Please do not think i think i am anybody; for i genuinely do not.

The marriage of heaven and hell

A Memorable Fancy

I'll vault chasms of dry land

Felt a pull one strong, huster pull

Unbolt the book of tumult

Saw what was under now you know what i must do, you know what i must do

Inhale in chasm, I

bound in a leap,

swung my axe cavort

Split the devil infernal

Under his chest

A dugout metropolis, cities mending veins closing

A pain internal

Broke wide open

in a state of perfect shackledom of the self not.

pergecam unable to write normal

I have reache