I taste your desire” a strawberry mind
blue muffin(casket walls of wet desire)
breasts of isolated systems of
dynamic mathematics
by its numeral ills
of base ZERO …
monolithic flowers swaying 1.61 degrees
by beautiful deaths.
GRIND() my pressure
colored paintings weeping
upon famous walls of museums and words dripping ink-words
toward the masses. I weep. I weep. I weep. those dreams
are more than handles than woman or man than sunlight
in isolated systemic hearts.
older than wooden ships that offer vanished ghosts
who hold this hand of mine?
Of mine. Whom zooms through
one perfectly beautiful now…
my home Ionian isles.

:: 09.15.2021 ::

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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