The decomposed
- 15 ene 2018
- 1 Min. de lectura
From the chaos of an inert melange of words dribble a few syllables into association and a meaning snakes its way around the space, calling others into being...
The weak consciousness witnesses the overwhelming flood of poetry as it spews across the floor.
Articulations are broken as words join the mass of pre-thought matter.
Inkling becomes ink and dissolves on the edge of the page before it drops into the void.
They say the story teller rules the world. Very little was ever told of the decomposer who sat at her left hand.
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