Morphing Verse

I try to write poems.

Wednesday, September 3, 2014

Lethargy does not exist, the veins
swimming below my transparent
tautness however much they point
to life do not pull my attention
from this viscous string
of thoughts through
which I only rarely glimpse
genesis.
Posted by Peripheral at 11:15 PM
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