Magic Is Milky Green - Poem by Luke Ski
Atoms pushed into square shapes directed by my mind are forming words on the screen in front of me while atoms made into vocal chords are producing eloquent sounds we call music building the mood in our atom packed brains feeling is born without pain conclusion is born painlessly if you are truly smart you will let others entertain you.
I'm not naïve enough to believe jigsaw pieces are just falling in their assumed places nor I believe they are placed I'm proclaiming surprise and planet spinning and us with it denying we suffer from motion sickness or love for Radiohead too easy to praise too easy to hate in-between rotting of the soul is the fruit of good and evil of not giving a shit.
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