Thus you spent.
richly consuming your ropes,
tightly tiyng triple
expectations
of finding art, machines and
elucubration
of mingling moons
around a neck of
fading pixels.
Thus you escape.
Maximum jailbreak
to your lonely mistress
from this lonely fitness
of well-arranged aesthetics.
And to the crow I throw the sky
its lingering looming lullabies
tattoos and lives.
I spent the night under the hills,
now I'll go
out out out, far away
where the ice caps melt
with my desires.
be for you the world
as a floating gift
that wish to speak to you
devill:
love your poems 💕