THIS is a sherbet  dance upon dead minds
why,it is love;
      yeah — so do not despair
while imprisoned, tortured here — all eating
glyphs trip speak-stones, exploding & built
like she was/surely does not forget,perish,
sing or sleep\  all that gold within the graves
of unkept promises & ethereal dreams as
labeling punctual brains…

:: 07.01.2020 ::

About EPRobles

Writer, Artist. I like to paint abstract acrylic images onto canvas. I love to read everything, and I especially enjoy science, philosophy, and the arts. I'm new to the blog experience and I very much enjoy it! I hope to learn as much about all the features that WordPress offers and thank you -- my visitor -- for taking time to read my words. Peace and love... View all posts by EPRobles

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