I wish would this plain hatred disappear.
Wish I would trust his boasting,
But, inherently tainted hype by one’s
Self-mending external validating.
I currently feel as literally if
Maggots are eating through my stomach wall
I never complain about her,
Call at her scratching 3d stickers,
Yet I find a falling to attack
Accumulating my true action in my words.
Self fulfilling blunders,
Tripping on a pebble I pretend it
Be the boulder I convince myself of.

All to say,
Maybe there’s a new way,
Sunlitten of an experience,
Unsmitten of ego,
Altering my grievances.

I currently feel as literally if,
A vague dense fog
Veils my soul,
Where with it gone
I Can see the stars again,
Until the settings of saturation
Change, here I am.
I wish would this plain hatred disappear,
Perhaps just fascination
A feeling of love for the to be felt things,
An extra cone, a bloodhound’s smell,
It’s there in the
Unknown unfelt now known felt
Addition to a prism’s company.
I’ve recently come to control my
twitching ears,
Golden, newly strung from
Soul entangled flesh,
Spontaneous creation of an
Instantaneously unfamiliar sensation,

I believe this is where forms of
Unfathomed feelings lie,
Ever unimagined, until-
Unable to live,
Unable to, you guessed it,
Die