Timelines trip the toes
of the Fortuitous, and eventually,
a trickle that treaded softly amongst the
torrents that flood all
connective-tissue, exacerbating the
gash of a cruel-chain-of-events.
Never-Never Land, hand in hand with God-
waiting for a fold in time to
reconnect the disjointed delinquents.
bonded by the salt and sweat, and
Eyes impregnated with
flash forwards of what
should a stream of consciousness
prevail over preliminary percussive poisons.
A veiled stillness imitates
when, behind the curtain the
effervescent shit-show of
renegade relics of personailty