Is It?
Words words words
Are a chore of a charm
Crafting alliteration for your entertainment
Muddying the myriad of my pure intentions
Are words caste with weight
Where lighted lures and hooks drag
Exotic bait
for weird fishes
To take,
to kill, with ritual dagger, to eat
IT
IS
The dancing, It is threads, It is glances
It is our fleeting stances
It Is
The resin in my bowl
It Is
The cigarettes in hand and ashtray
It Is
Words hallowed from once hollowed happenings
It Is
The mundane made profound- by the- sound- of my- mouth
IT IS
The nonsense of my jargon, not quite obvious as sarcasm, it is (lulz)
It Is falling so long it feels like flying
It Is revelation, surrender
It Is mental altars to honor celestials
It Is good and bad so why bother it's balanced
Are a chore of a charm
Crafting alliteration for your entertainment
Muddying the myriad of my pure intentions
Are words caste with weight
Where lighted lures and hooks drag
Exotic bait
for weird fishes
To take,
to kill, with ritual dagger, to eat
IT
IS
The dancing, It is threads, It is glances
It is our fleeting stances
It Is
The resin in my bowl
It Is
The cigarettes in hand and ashtray
It Is
Words hallowed from once hollowed happenings
It Is
The mundane made profound- by the- sound- of my- mouth
IT IS
The nonsense of my jargon, not quite obvious as sarcasm, it is (lulz)
It Is falling so long it feels like flying
It Is revelation, surrender
It Is mental altars to honor celestials
It Is good and bad so why bother it's balanced
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