Lucky Scarf in Two Bytes

Live on the power of the scarf!

I send thoughts of the two cents

I grind together in times of need.

Grinding copper-plated on

copper-plated, to grind away

your voice...

Make you cease...

cease to stop

cease to begin

CAESAR 'Renduration'

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Orange Crush

I think I am older than I have ever felt

the strain upon my shoulders begins

heavier and heavier

with each passing word

spoken with exactness

in subtlety,

surgeoning the synchronized

swim in the sink your eyes

begin to fall beyond

the letters they begin

flowing from thoughts

to hands

to fingertips

and a plethora of inbetween

inks blots the stain

and I must wash away

de-matter-ize

bell on bell

times sounding

vector purchasing

I am in the FIRE.

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Question Five

Machina no treatise for

beyond a scope of the

dead speech

screeching in tongues

and I am if I be nearly as

a Methuselah.

A crafty gilded craving

for the gold beyond the fingers touch

... all delusion is mine, said Justin Time.

I make you sympathetic

I give you the choice of none

other than you WILL

be communicated...

eventually.

She said something to which Justin replied,

"I am the wretched hollow,

the endless in-between

Thousand miles

Thousand years

I am now living on borrowed,"

said Justin Time.

"Terror my Terrah,

is it truly impossible to

find you in the clutter of

beautiful jewelry?"

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Red Change

drink drink your red,

i am begun spun again

in reversable images

and how I slipped up

and started again...

push push push

and pull none behind.

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Function Two

Mine is Butterfly

to I Am

Yet by my right to chrysalis

over and over-

must expand, must expand

"I still got it..."

Justin Keep it in time

Justin Time am I

creating the perfect system

by imperfecting smooths and roughs

by surfaces' tension

must erase the Lie

too many layers to reach you

too many layers to speech with you

Unwanted Guardians travel with you

closeby their hands of positioning

and possessiveness.

My scream melts and breaks ice,

But rather now I see that I must speak softly

And chisel layers one at a time.

I'm only allowed to fly once in a while

until my wings feel two heavy a cloak.

Chrysalis again,

must condense must condense.

Love us a sign

a red as is as good as any.

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Fragments of Porcelain

Fragments of porcelain lay broken on the floor

the teacup's contents seeping slowly toward the

rug at the center of the room as it slowly darkens

with the liquid like the blood bleeding from my eyes

laughing bursts of pain and periodical spasms of hands

thrashing out for the feel of an assault on the senses

and the second moves faster, the second second faster still

this is the end, and this is the end of the world

so it begins

for fonts of quicksand for the irreversable baptism

able to stare straight into vectors and reach back in time

there... right there... in that point I blindly see...

that is where that particular memory is stored.

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Shift5

I eat, meet, and sleep

in your shifting attitude;

for while you sat, I observed in first and full circle.

Reality's cipher is now followed by its faithful protocol,

and in digital frames I find myself slowly erasing myself

of all the fears and worries of mortality.

Yet do I not hide?

Here is a maze muddled true lies on the shelf next to a

coriander container for the scent of heralds and queens of hearts.

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