O.B.L.I.V.I.O.N>oblivion
Decidedly Aesthetic-al...
Gazing at cogitation of tangible notions idled,
An abeyance...so minuet...interim...I reel the cold knob propel a wavelet of
glacial coherence as it's denotation scribbling pellucid water cascading
propelling it astern till inundates of variegated driblets
Elude the sink's head...
DRIP.
DRIP.
PLINK.
DRI...
Once more,
a pivot of the sink's helve promulgated, (pulling forth ) vexations...frivolous inquisitions
chaffed, festered, throbbed...
Why was I was here...aesthetically, tis' dark mocca radiated, iridescent as
comely I lie...beauteous umbra man I was...blithesome of this semblence I subsist (am)
Analogous...I requisite nigher, in voluminous credulousness
the tantamount of parallelism of incandescence..necessitous (was) breathed the
Lips of a Black Butterfly
About the Creator
Kevin Miles
"I only live to make God famous".
I craft “Accidental” masterpieces.
Screenwriter
Words were fed to me through the umbilical chord...
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