I think I am winning, hide and seek - year 25.

by marcus

The chemicals stain the cement

making ink blots

for passing ponderers

to interprit

to understand all things

in the grand sceme

threw the delusions

of granduer schematics

I am adicted

to adicts

always seeing kindness

for weakness

just before the kill

vanishing like extinct

spirits

thisting in the unknown

quence with breaths

count your steps

disrobe her breast

and suckle silently

till you regain

enough strength

to reduce all stress

to zero

and all things being

equal

in the times of unequility

your sum total

isnt evenĀ a decimil

of the whole

negativly speaking