hellocentral

I am the Whom Who created the Word
Soaring and diving on the wings of the herd
and teaching at the very least
to cease to exist
to resist the time you have
the lost and greatest bets of the damned
to become sub-natural, self-afflicted
an intraneural axe shaking actions
at the head of the lamp
and the hand of the class
Cut the law of the lamb
by the dawn of the dead
and the hand will be read
from the palm of the glass
where the tea leaves are waving
making subjective suggestive shapes
on the lid of the chest
and the handgun is taken
the apostrophe of a nation
meets the period through your head
or skull. a sentence
neither meant to be served nor read,
a trail of tiers
a genetic aberration
a neoiconization
inconstant inconsistent proliferation,
sick from the medication
and dying for a Fix or a Cure
Or at least to be sure
for Thou art That
and Less is More.