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Es-Sence
My fluid, electric signals vibrate essence, glossed in liquidity tissue. Colored vividly in reflective waves, mindful with synaptic blues. Elastics drastically ecstatic signify significant arrangements to attain reactions, attacking speaking mortals grasping very few thousands to their chew.
Their tongue tied twice, trying tremendously to top these torments, trying to teach thoughtfully tested topics thought to be timeless. While silly settlers seen, some simple, still standing sharpened in spiderwebs, spinning slowly but soaked to a solid cast of them, their views.
Toss I aside demons stabbing, scraping against chests, beating emotional stresses overwhelmed with pleasured pain. Resting upon organs internal while questioning thy will to sharpen minds elsewhere, a caged lock in denial tuned lower than higher horizontal dimensional planes.
Why hearts are weeping, yet us continue quickly pumping blood droplets, forced hostage onto oneself spontaneously. As self indulges sudden changes across pathways, binding linguistic barriers somewhat resistant, attaching mechanistic patterning restraints.
Crippling internal foolish attempts in critical thoughtful insights sparking hopeful in darkness. A luminous reflection, burning a waxed wick intoxicated to transmute natural reaction, combust into a flame.
Our mind's eye calcified, grown hardened causing effective damage. Thus, those skulls willfully ache, venom pumping poison coursing, rising negatively as its stagnant energy of waters cloudy circulate swollen veins.
Assume who creates thoughtful senselessness, when sentences within a sentence make sense so sensitive, seemingly so senselessly sentimental to whoever acquired this consensus while I condense its essence of this, may I be certain.
If this be thy riddle, may I surprise spirits by evil slightly subtle in eyes held wide by devils to revive levels toward high-pitched tingles as I, this mind's temple, wander criminal upon its own self-awareness.
Should I entertain this, where its evil resides?
Writing & Artwork
© Travis Dob
Their tongue tied twice, trying tremendously to top these torments, trying to teach thoughtfully tested topics thought to be timeless. While silly settlers seen, some simple, still standing sharpened in spiderwebs, spinning slowly but soaked to a solid cast of them, their views.
Toss I aside demons stabbing, scraping against chests, beating emotional stresses overwhelmed with pleasured pain. Resting upon organs internal while questioning thy will to sharpen minds elsewhere, a caged lock in denial tuned lower than higher horizontal dimensional planes.
Why hearts are weeping, yet us continue quickly pumping blood droplets, forced hostage onto oneself spontaneously. As self indulges sudden changes across pathways, binding linguistic barriers somewhat resistant, attaching mechanistic patterning restraints.
Crippling internal foolish attempts in critical thoughtful insights sparking hopeful in darkness. A luminous reflection, burning a waxed wick intoxicated to transmute natural reaction, combust into a flame.
Our mind's eye calcified, grown hardened causing effective damage. Thus, those skulls willfully ache, venom pumping poison coursing, rising negatively as its stagnant energy of waters cloudy circulate swollen veins.
Assume who creates thoughtful senselessness, when sentences within a sentence make sense so sensitive, seemingly so senselessly sentimental to whoever acquired this consensus while I condense its essence of this, may I be certain.
If this be thy riddle, may I surprise spirits by evil slightly subtle in eyes held wide by devils to revive levels toward high-pitched tingles as I, this mind's temple, wander criminal upon its own self-awareness.
Should I entertain this, where its evil resides?
Writing & Artwork
© Travis Dob
