The brew in my head gurgles presses boiling water thoughts
it swells and rushes out from the very bottom.
But there is clearly no need to breathe so almost good
someone will even add fun and certainly funny
My specialty changes as a function of time of day
in the morning a simple passerby growing in the evening in ciliated shoes
My little separate sounds in a natural setting
lyrics for songs in progressive processing
Acoustics - related flow along tower corridors
the wind howls in my ears the Ancient One is no longer scary
More millennia nothing has changed
the sea retreated and arrived the rest stood still
Permanent values of constants in architecture
the same faces-posters as lanterns and sculptures
Running and fleeing three people with a flag
in the grandstand a crowd of their fans had the flu possibly cancer
Even in the worst case scenario or government
they have always been the center soul of this position
As for the statues then they are like cars
in the traces of their outlines smoothness we loved them
Suddenly the lips stood on end the hair trembled
the lower part of the face thawed the upper part cracked
In the winding branch of the streets, the raging came alive
delighting the whole plain with a stream of thoughts flooding it
In search of the night capricious weather
bloomed evergreen along city fences
Like a snake naked to the knee in an ex
rusted occasionally feeling superfluous
Rustled parks outside warmed
glued leaves and sometimes sang
Bloomed lilac in the Byzantine tradition
drinking empty coffee in a coffee shop... and smoldering leaves.
Variothoughts . Soloinc Logic
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