The Ovulation of My Dreams

Blind matter,
A seismic cunt
Perforated by the
Institutionalized aesthetic;

Disharmony within the plagiarized
Yet transgressive
Styles of the past.

So much for information;
As bits become translucent bytes,
Healing entropy’s choreographed
Construction.

Molasses begs
The marmalade sunset,
As it transcends within
The boundaries of
New Mexico’s
Dehydrated sea.

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One thought on “The Ovulation of My Dreams

  1. ohhh I like

    “So much for information;
    As bits become translucent bytes,
    Healing entropy’s choreographed
    Construction.”

    Wow This is amazing writing. Definitely whisked me away for a moment.

    Like

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