architecture between the mob and liminal
control was the lie and the cross
someone said it was good once upon a time
the intention looked like the best
before it got away from us and drew breath alone
after what happened on the bridge
when they were done playing but that fire stayed lit
told to play in traffic
precipitous and twisted are their faces
spun the wrong way if nobody seems to answer
but the house is totally lit
rainbows come from some thunderstorms
natural forces for the glorified humanatic
strong, irreversible, and silent
can't force greatness or ambitions
never forget it.
About the Creator
⸘jason alan‽
:::WARNING:::
i am only responsible for what i say,
not for what you understand.
you may learn to be charmed by my [secret‽] discontent,
or you may not.
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