In Grass


Shadowy backgrounds

Snakes in the grass

Reality wavers

Things come to pass

The way nothing sounds

Questions are answers


There is a level of deception

Idolatry sold on industrial scales

Invisible jails of the soul fees for males

Suspicious bureaus of inspection


In a moment of contemplative bliss

Transparent thoughts without interference

Burning streams of light mask the reptiles hiss

Rattling mandates of utter adherence


Now is not the now that was the world

Questions are the answers

Fields are sown with eyes and mouths sewn shut

Figure heads with robot scripts stay put

Life a perpetual explosion of conjecture and expression

Threads disintegrate rewind unravel

Sub atomic neutrino

On the surface of things

A darkened glass

Snakes in the grass





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Written on 2026-02-09 at 11:10

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