jade dawn
Not a worry to tell, and to write even less.
Blank sheet as a silent oppressor.
Polydactylous thought trypophobically spills
Into something approaching realism.
Nota bene, the hairs are split
On the balding head of a dying symbol.
Art, art thou still deeply in need?
Is in weight of unconscious a nascent nimbus?
Surrender yourself. In a cavern dim-lit,
Eye can see you disguising as dither.
Thus, if I is implied, then you mean what I mean,
And way to the entrance is feasible.
Holistic analysis might resuggest,
But the weight of adage must be reinvested.
Starting with tangible, dissuaded in morsels,
You enter abstract, and let adit be forceful.
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