the will is able

when the internet was confined to a lab

when the media was bounded and boxed

a flood destroys all it touches

a addictions allure.

pulsed.

the will is able

a sword piercing a pomegranate

seen the maker’s reflection off a light switch

betrayal in the shape of a two hearted jewel

there’s that sevilla statute of a sword piercing a pomegranate 

there’s that tale of seven rounds and walls fallen 

downs

commands demand; the heart decides

the rest, photosynthesis

there are rats in toute home

hearing toute word muttered 

when thou stubbeth thou toes

two nuclei never heard of a nucleus

and then there’s adam, hebrew, and toute latin scientific names 

o slug, do you know of the gastropod mollusc 

cattle are branded

as humans hold their breath faithfully 

the rest, photosynthesis 

 

confetti sweepers alike silently clean the spills

detested sounds of a paltry clap

overcommit equals staged plus microphones

a color ties event

confetti sweepers alike silently clean the spills

all arrows must fall

and you 

vu

still call

one weed

one grass 

and how about 

that glazed 

white porcelain piece

alwaysbecoming

a lowly toilet

and will vu bury your dead.

all arrows must fall

nature becomes

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allpoints to apotheosis

 a deft mortician’s sigh

deafly 

falling

fluffydreams 

words are drowning 

condensation 

condemnation 

evaporations

a second before the subways cross

a second before the mortals cross

a second before the believers cross

allpoints to apotheosis 

the placebo of the plank

circuitous vicious 

sawmill’d fate

dust ne pas discriminate 

the placebo of 

the plank 

eye

storm

walk

ropeburn from a holi of holi

bedazzled to gather

cattle’d

a blueprints’ hawker

stalker balker

scanned 

photocopier 

a book

the book

toute books

pas looked

a commentary cemetery 

fans cheer’d aloud

faced in the crowd

chaff and a plow

turnstiles shine’d

glory’d divine

inaction 

ain’t more

than ropeburn

from a

holi of holi

weather’s vain

hot an cold

a mortals vow

cest ici

cest vu alley 

tornado

weather’s vain 

an broken umbrellas

torrentially felt

don’t liter 

 

reversal you

all centers upon

entering the mouth

exiting the ass

reversal you

all rotate 

thee sun

orbiting

spins

reversal you

all mirrors 

aging reminders

blinders

reversal you

prey still

flamenco leper

flamingo leopard 

taxonomy me

wet bill

depleted will

prey still

handsup prayers

fearless dares

mindless stares