in a world before staples
there were fables
allegories and allergies positioning us to squeeze and sneeze
the search for meaning is training for a baffling sport
questioning whether our intelligence should retort
resorts of potions and a desert drifted cotton mouth
leaving us flustered & languid bound south
the charter of our circumstance
stands to reason that we dance
this beat of a glorious occasion
continues to kick our action into abrasion
imagine if we were chasing?
ha,our pencils would, then be better left erasing
instead of following, where ego is chocked swallowing

the cIrCle HAS BEEN rigged!
TRIGGED BY THE FINGER THAT FLICKED OFF THE NOTION TO HOLDING THE GUN!
now we all can’t help but repeat and run – around the circumference knotted in a LOOP.
our basket balls must attempt to SHOOT – but it is necessary for them to LAND!
otherwise – an alien and encrypted HAND may select the defense, bypassing the aim to FRAME!
360 is the NAME : of the rootless caricature, known as repetitive and outdated RETURNS!
Sickening all of the avenues, streets, and boulevards as our wheels run a fever featuring 4th degree BURNS!

spare us the crime on whose about to do ‘what time’ – and find the rhyme that goes beyond this
we can’t miss, a bliss of a contradictory asinine!
imagine trying to figure it out?
to hatch your curious eggs, is that what’s it’s all about?
nothing wrong with wanting to know
in yearning – to flow in the ‘glow’
but our thoughts are often trapped
mapped in between wonder and being thrown asunder
desiring the sparks, like anyone would often do!
flames & electricity are met through and through !

suddenly, i found myself quickly thrown into the bag – of a peppermint furl!
with my hair, i found myself swayed in – perpendicular ⟂ congratulations!!!
intersection made sturdy in their 90 degree foundations!

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Rigged Circle, 10.28.2020
peppermint congratulations, 06.07.24