PhrAustie Huse
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I’m a village reared college educated fool with a zest for life. Bi-Racial bridge piece feeling like the stone the Builder refused.
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From the Tundra...
From the Tundra, comes forth the Phraust. Pernicious and tenaciously clinging to the notion the ocean knows notions of potions for peace. This isn't the vision revision decision for incisions in rotations for insatiable palatable creations to consume...I'll never ever forever sever the reaming dreams of creaming seams on the dotted rotting lines confined to the mind. No, I'm not knowing the growing of gnomes in Nome; why how could you? These are the frothy lichen drenched stones caught in the endless sea of sun dried red and orange mixing an infinite rage of earth on bones. I'm the loving result of two warring ideologies droning on opposed in rows like it's the civil war America never left. This isn't the best of the test but a mind at rest; incensed, we sense, the Tundra howls for more galore. As the berries carry life amidst the strife rife with variation, let the water flow.
By PhrAustie Huse6 years ago in Poets