Vanities Cross Section

 On Vanities cross section an inspection

had to give. I relieved myself from a concept.

A mind for your lost thoughts, pounding 2 cents 

into dampened rays of light, that smothered the seas. 

The Jellifish got jealous zesting on the lever revelating 

the revolutions of atempting to stage a framework mundi.

I Ceed the translucent cacophonies into white notices of relevance. 

A while ago, a blue whale scaling from the intricant depths of solitude...

Alas, the murmuring vast galloping ravines of engulfing yourself debris.

Depuis was too Depp, but still not avant garde and already forgotten. 

The trap of being everlasting and outsorcing to the next warlockered theme

never to be trifled again, to just remember, this was jus 20 years ago... 

So many news from old derelict walls, screamind their punk vibes.

Deeply in love with my marred madness, what wanted to be sober, 

vivisecting the vivid but intimate timid and intricate livid experiences reproach. 

To reproduce another fake modulation of a trickster, what everybody hath already seen.