Injest this digest, regress, then profess overwhelming aptitude,
I been up in Brooklyn already
Y’all what sup, my hand’s unsteady
stand tall, shooken, and heady
disbelief in my mind, ignorance all the time
from
a height
gravitational attraction
a pebble
released
hurtles down
velocity increases
Softly gentle persuasion became
not a pleasure nor a thrill
if i had to tell a tale
The foxes will be foxes
They are hungry and crafty
They just want to feed their babies
And their bellies
Slow things change deep
Craft skills carve emotions
Agonized emoting,
left over Abercrombie & Fitch
Sullen, gothic and distorted; digital views
Twisted victims cycles twisting their victims
I wake up from a nap
Suspended between the trunks
Canopies of flowers and bees above
The sandy soil beneath
This natural world is in order
Innocently, I lay sleeping
My dreams having taken a documentarian turn
Royals and their gala battles for Halloween
There was the incident of 1904; involving live thermite