nested intrinsic cyclic syntax
September 15, 2004
i dont feel - that i can tell... i dont feel - at least not well... there's a numbness in my palms, angst encoded in my calms.. underlying and informant, burning up but claiming dormant. happiness - like radiation, only real in conversation, sadness; boredom inside out, only 'round to garnish doubt, all i am runs underneath, protected by this oily sheath, of blood and bone and machination, subterfuge and desperation, instead of heart - a cavity, an overwhelming gravity, a stagnant power-ridden nexus, orbiting the solar plexus. i am hopeful; devastated, i'm in love and i am hated, i'm ambitious i am bleak i am furious and weak.
Tags for this piece: rhyme ego old angst