Docile Yards

Loosen the electric vinyl tourniquet
remove the plain arrangements of the spine
create more
unravel your rope to rope in the echidna
With this power
I stand alone
they smile...
to be controlled...

The mind gyrates on it's weathered heel
to see what's floating towards us
this hole of many fortunes
unraveling certain ecstasies

What is this object?
Its velocity confuses the eye...
My subjects are running amuck
my subjects float away

This black, sleek vessel
has shorted the motherboard
we tend to run in circles
the natural death of order

and the process repeats itself...

by Dylan KD.

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