Walled Boxes

A Poem by Atominizer

Fck

Death. The End. Absolute Blackness.
In unknown we fear tormented.
Pained driven with forced creativity.
The beautiful music.

Blue Birds. Exhaustion, Endless in love knowing the human exist.
The minutes, hours and or seconds faded for nothingness.
Success. Exhibited displayed Art.
Distraction. The fooled. You Fool.

Threaded. Thin. Frayed. Unraveled into Chaotic spent knots in perfection.
Chosen grandeur. choice of lighted emptiness.
Followed up with this distain abandonment.
Retraction of this failure. Remains in dust, waterless, cracked earth soiled.

Observational miles in reactionary judgments.

Driven this flag in a stance.

Obey a rook aligned by bishops.
Puppeteer pawns with physical broken string in control.
Deep layered with cultured invisibility
strung, controlled, beyond

this game boxed with preset walls.