You Part II - Realization of The StructureMature

I suppose you could not call this a poem nor a story

Simply rambles on a page to recount my history

A party thrown in a beautiful location where all happy memories reside

 

My friend doesn’t arrive.  It’s a long journey sure, but you can’t take the time out to text me, call me, tell me I’m asshole and that you need sleep?

I’m Bloom in my mind

Lose structure and gain sleep, need to eat eggs and sheer sheep

Can’t you get a car dear old Don that isn’t like a tuna can?

 

I

Cannot

Live

Within

Your

Limits

Old

Friend

 

Nor can

                        This

                                               Ever

                                                           Make

                                                                       Me

 

A awful poet, prosewriter or priest to the old Fake reality

 

Structure -  noun

 

Isn’t Structured  it is

 

What I type is

Reality

A lost art into the

Construct

Realization of said

Structure

Implies breakage from

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Said Structure

You cannot break me

 

Nor can

                        This

                                   Ever

                                               Exist

                                                           Beyond

 

                                                           My

                                                                                              Constructed

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Life

The End

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