ReRites (Lean the ego bulb)

Lean the ego bulb against the walls. Hear what amethyst epigenetics say about your sad arrogant songs. Exit your boundless flow. Forget the dragon’s profile. Drop the enormous eggs. Abandon the blooming disarray. Blood plunging, try mature worship. There is loneliness in elegant words, bury them. Now open-handed, in dew sneakers, melancholy opened miniature numbers, stomped among the sandy gloss of wars, hissing at tarnished malls. Worries scarred into frozen liberty, incidents ‘fingerprinted’ on bones. A wanderer straightens sunlit tracheas. Acclaimed Professional Lovable Auto-Complete Projects Labour To Sleep While the unseen story rushes at you seeming to coax a beehive out of bread remorse tugs lime worn hands, cracked flung hands off, clean off laying limp Mesopotamia fingers near the alphabet 1. In the empty cemetery eager to texture discoveries and lug out to my sleep a gulp of fair dust, I wake critique. An improbability bloomed in art, concealed and wrong, weighted and insatiate, tasting of disastrous cold, I become certainty. In restless viscosity, a temperate revenue incapable of thinking about fact, I sheen myself. Fainter than any épistémologique, I fathom all. Lacing the nerves in my face, over an obscure autumn sky, I live. 2. Archetypical Anonymous Outlawed Hearts and Bladder Forgiveness We wash pyres in the semi-gloom Of the sun. We thank the flames and burn. Burn the angels’ rabid beds. Burn the lotions, blowing, to hear winds revive lesser selves. Root level ash shrugs: It can barely seem summer.