Creeping Around the Ensorcelled Geometry of Conciseness

 
Mirth in the rain, let me explain, ensorcelled in a downpour of unity of downloads

Tautology of hive mind, dishing out rewards, rambling, now galloping, I’m beginning to soar

We share our ideas, whether or not we’re both in the rain, or so it appears, so clear, so near and so they endear

Within our heads, within our minds, me and you, clear as day
To heave such things around, mathematics abound!

Betwixt the mud and toil, my thoughts begin to boil, blood stewed inside
Inculcate reasoning
Muddy bloody toil, staring in the soil, thoughts begin to boil as I’m peering in

Perhaps sanity could be considered a form of cowardice?
Can we dare to dance within the madness of it all?
Within the madness of life, immeasurably beautiful life itself?

Totem, totem, we share all these things now
Tell me!
Tell me!

In the madness of yore, old and frayed wizened and decayed, I aged that day, the day I found my first memory

Please tell me more with your wagging tongues and skilful palates, please spill more secrets in blood down the numbered steps of decay and into my precious incorrigible stores

Flash back, snap back!

Monotone, maximum, dragging eloquence, suggesting and forcing its way in politely

I’m moving in, I’m building up
My will and my strength and I for fear of too many twos, have learnt a thing or two along the way

Lazy, so lazy now
I hate the fucking idleness
Two lots of bastard idleness

Axioms and paradox come slurring around me, I sink into the mud lifting stones of decay with my heavy arms and heaving my willpower to the rain, the cold natural cleansing rain, suffocating my screaming conciseness for life

As I wallow in my pitiful hatred of determination and break free from all cowardice

I become slush, I become nature’s thread, weaved with spikes, mighty spikes, a collaboration of time, a universe sublime

It’s all connected, I’m all connected, we’re all connected now

Losing it

I’m losing you

You have me right here, always

Still by night, with a drink or two and a twinkle in my eye I’m…

Dragging around the lantern and the chain searching for that sacred geometry, I hope I have the time to find the greatest discipline of mine again…

Now there’s a thought…