Incognito Retribution Comments

Lemming replicas repeat death as a child, violet and turquoise prisms offer a skeleton to the Sun; the single recognition of a peaceful existence begs away loyalty, what's left over as active embodiment, the sedimentwe call flesh-the words you heard outside, preconceived acquirement of disgust, motion before the collapse of an on-set.
We recollect phrases estimated to protection by their risk, each step is a fragment interlaced with the eternally ephemeral rest, the desire of mist. Inside degradations of praise we consist; time is a frozen pyre, decaying in the orange waterfalls spilling out of my wrist.
I have stopped all motion - the only indication life was an infection to be sought reposes in the symbol of a devil's goodliness, debris and embers lighting scars fresh on the residue of a widow, weeping;
She is wind when I touch my reflection, where return is nothing but expectation; a different type of nobody.
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