22/2/25

#15 Servitude Of the Host

The sound is alive
Encapsulates me
Buzzing, mosquito hive
Pushing at all free

Reaching out, grasping
At all free
Relapsing
Encapsulates me

Time is lapsing,
Charm is wearing out
Simplicity was left gasping,
I started to doubt

Second guessing nature
Rasping reality
God's left wager
Symmetrical triviality

It all bends the same,
Trickles down to the seas
It all seems tame,
Lone or driven by fleas


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