Water-inhaling bobcats bring mutating mystery maintained masterfully through subtle manipulations. Mixed up coastlines cling, clasping desperately to any frivolous favorite phenomenon. Quickly coaxing candles to be more seconds slipping soundly through the ears endlessly enveloping the imaginations of many beings on borrowed time.
Splitting skull rascals dig deeper risking rather frothy renditions of lost songs. The ones where it mattered that time. Hallowed sky, no need to cry after it was split open. Tomb womb zoom and again. How many conversations in dreams were with other people asleep somewhere else? Feinting phantoms flipping while flabbergasted. Terrible, talking, terror reaching into tiny minds, twisting.
Murky depths messed up threats cannot detect a pulse anymore. Every day sinking further and farther away. Threw the hook to the top and hoped it would stay. Climb out, I cannot shout any louder, cannot silence the doubters. Dubious deliberations caught the slinking cat's attention. Claws clicking on the hardwood floors you can still feel the echo of the silence that dissolved into the marvelous mixed up mud.
-Ed Tajchman
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