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Interpret

(Listening to All the Way Around-Marvin Gaye)    
   
{I don’t    
Long for}…    
The shrouding of    
Silences; the    
Nether region    
Lusting inside    
Sugar coated    
Rain: fall    
Lending the    
Summoners of the    
Sea; its    
Tail with the    
   
Lights dancing    
Bitterly into the    
Lughnasas of    
Tomorrow-    
Forgiven.    
   
And that same    
Animalistic    
Drift;    
Savoring this    
Memory    
As if these mere    
Microsystems    
Never were….    
   
Awaiting    
Something with more    
Pronounced power to    
Take over for me…    
Become me; the    
Brilliance of literary    
Refinement    
Autopiloting these    
Momentary    
Quaaludes-    
Eluding: escaping…    
   
White pipe    
Whispering into me a    
Mile high: long.    
Pouring into my secrets;    
Their    
Fractures: rift    
   
Unearthing    
Molten    
Sands of this    
Mind surge    
Nearing    
Obsoletion    
   
Mostly with    
Rock crushing boulder    
Boulder crushing boulder    
Boulder into sky    
   
We become    
   
Extraordinary    
Under Ordinary    
Circumstances…    
   
An    
Undefined    
Unit of    
Measurement    
In its    
Grieving state    
   
Genetic grievances    
Screaming my name    
Blistering me    
Wholly: complete…    
Presently    
Dependent    
Currently…    
   
Making something…    
Without any    
Distinction of an    
Uppercase I    
   
Dissolving even    
Greater    
Boundaries    
   
Now    
Reminded of    
Insignificancies and…    
And    
How    
Subtle many    
Disturbances can be in    
Comparison    
To this    
World    
   
Braving some    
Human element of    
Peptides    
Being hurled again    
Yes against time…    
   
Multitudes    
Escaping while    
Running their loving arms    
Down the    
Sidewalks and    
Walkways    
We’ve grown out of    
The body’s    
Need for    
Necessitating…    
   
Unchained to even    
Themselves    
After hours like    
Letters    
Sprawled out    
   
Inside    
These    
Candied    
Apple    
Mimosas    
   
Mid day    
   
Atop the    
Roof decks    
Of dementia or    
Which ever    
Deterioration    
Comes first…    
{Nor the moment}    
When someone    
Else has to    
Interpret    
My Life, your life.    
   
(Watch out now cause its gonna happen to everybody. I know some of ya'll think I'm a bitch but...well.)
   
Written by Nari (Laura Jean)
Published | Edited 31st Dec 2018
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