Discard, Discard, Discard, and Stop
Infighting with the sicknesses of the dogs . .
The ways of choosing come between you
The ones of stunted growth are tripping up over the vines –
Not being is true
Not seeing is true
Not living is not to be done
The sickness grows
Watching the wrench turn on the alignment of treaties
In the matters of realities’ fabrics…
But there will be no compromise.
The feather drops on the scale –
All your egos are in an uproar;
The lithe dryad slips thoughts in your pocketses (&&)
The dreams are communications from other stars….
Do not discard the bones.
Featured image source materials: Photo by Nicolas COMTE on Unsplash, Photo by Gabrielle Henderson on Unsplash, Photo by Reign Abarintos on Unsplash and Photo by Nareeta Martin on Unsplash
From my 2017 book Synaptic Syntactic available on major platforms such as Amazon, Barnes & Noble, iBooks, and Kobo, as well as direct from my BookBaby store for $4.99: https://store.bookbaby.com/book/synaptic-syntactic
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Lost in Mist 