Paradisiacal Inflection

title..wip

I perceived it

Unfamiliar

There are never any inaccuracies

The freight of this apple tree

Limbed

Filled now

With slaves and children

 

I sipped back

Bits of temper as

Morning soon would bring such wet laughter

Such erroneous life

The horror of scope

Vaporizing as it rose 

Thimble of artifacts

Useless  

Overwhelming in my cup

 

I try to believe in believing

Again

I try

But rejection can weigh so warm

 

Somehow

This apple is fallen too soon

Both baking at room temperature

My mind

A desert of this home

Hours are

Only lovers when you choose

 

I perceived it

America alive

Rustling

Butchered in the taller grass

Hidden within our eyes

 

There are so many now

Trying the handle of sanity

I cum inside her to acknowledge

That this is just as warm as inflection

 

Apple and tree skating 

Over the face of our fascia

The price of the rest

Everything.

Reviews

[ambur]

This is a different side of Perdition. I'm quite fond.

[Perdition]

But..All sides are quite equal of Perdition :) Thanks ambur…been a while since you you have been sided here :P

[ambur]

Life has taken its toll on me in recent years; more fuel for the writing world, I suppose.

[Perdition]

Of course…your writing as yourself have grown quite well. That is a toll all too worthy and I am quite enjoying the costs while exploring the benefits. Hopes ya dont's-a-mind :P Wonderful reads ambur..Wonderful reads~

[ambur]

Thank you. I don't mind at all; this is why I write.