(excerpt from Subconscious Still Frames)
Copyright Edward Palmer

Scenes seemingly meaningless cascade clearly.
Obverse understanding, attempts to mend, acts of yearlings.
Stingingly obvious objections to obligations.
Muddled and huddled in the loss of translations.
Pissed and poured.
Tongues that cut with each and every word.
Sharp as a Katana sword.
Topple tingling towers with January showers.
Laugh at the actions of cowards.
In the corner, in the corner,
Cry your tears, can't communicate like a foreigner.
Trapped in your mask like tar,
Trapped like a spider in a mason jar.
Creep and crawl as far as you can.
Slither,
Searching for solace'¦
And it will never end.

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