by Kennedy M.

photo by Ollyy, Shutterstock

Take your time; it’s a sumptuous feast.

Stop the locomotion; spectacular fracturing of the heart is the combustion.

Sorry, you have to stop the apologizing.

The justifying has to go too.

You will influence -- none and some -- yet invite scorn.

Stop innovating. It is not worth it.

It’s pugilistic, they fight better.

It will not pay.

It will pain.

You will gain, the inevitability must satiate.

You will succumb to the psychedelics -- the most powerful being power. She will not undo the antagonisms, only blunt them. I speak of the psychedelics.

The celestial will not be defined. Admire the stars; it’s all you can do as you remind yourself of specks within specks.

You are lost; you try and fathom silence (ha!). She is too. It is not elevated above blind romance. I speak of Eve.

The latter ones cannot do better. How now? It defeats logic. Poisoned wells only birth brittle bones and blunt teeth.

Take your time, it’s a sumptuous feast.