i wish there was a way to convert
the technicalities of death into tongues and i wish there was a way to transcend my mortal skin.
i wish that the flames of eternity licking at my cranium and tearing my celestial flesh could speak and allow the walls to shatter.
there is more to this world, i say.
by jove, we are crucified and blasted with an alien beam of intricacies.
a higher power, per say,
for eternity only lasts a day.
why should we cling to the mortal bone of our minds, where there are dying wonders begging to be discovered?
not by jove, i say.
instead, by surprise.
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by jove / poems
Poetrya lil book full of poems i come up with when i'm over tired :)
