...so let's play the game.
the only game there is, was, ever will be.
forever & ever Amen.
the game of which magician gets to decide what the world should look like, Bb..
Sanity and resolve between the trenches of love and hate.
The soul thaws.
Beneath the skin.
Scouring sand for tracks of hand,
A look, for any nook.
The symbol behind your mask slithers from sun.
Every sword is a stone.
The shadow is a physiological response to phenomenon.
All unconscious archetypes are digestive coping mecha isms.
The self is a psychological response to phenomenon.
It creates a story so as not to float away into what we perceive as endless chaotic oblivion.
We are digested, regressed and anticipated perceptions.
And while we catalogue who we are, the soul floats through unannounced
A Disney prince
The grandest since
The dream he sold
4 the s(k)ins
S l av es
Lo s t
G O L D