Joseph Narusiewicz Poems

Scripts made of digital soul
This new hour of neurons without muscle
Old world gone by the matrix
We meet on a shore of pixels
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Laws of nature like rows of books
Library of God
I read the river in the wind
Conclusions confine, we must be wise
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No succubus shadow shall visit tonight
Her whip waiting like spring
Fire like a pool of beauty
Warnings along the cliffs of the coast
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We are deep with one another
In many ways like angels
Even in our sorrow we our lovers
Intimacy is not the measure of lust
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Trampled on by a day of evil
I lay on these thorns of despair
Shutting down, I’ve had enough
Wanting little to do with people
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1984 is in the mirror
I think I am possessed by lies
Bored and compensated for
Thriving on diminished returns
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Your holographic kiss filled with moons
Compressed space crippled in stars
Biology dances with physics
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You touch my mind like a serpent
Serrated steel like a gown of moonlight
Your poetry breathes with lush fields
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I am in the velvet darkness
Purple caves with red windows
Have you seen inside the clown
Now the tears cannot be hidden
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Sable garden covered with thorns
Euphoric clocks teeter like scales
Something breaks through the hedges
Life style plunges on the rocks
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