The eccentricity in coloured lights
further explain the (loneli)ness of the hour.
Of late I think of Cliffordville –
Band concerts chase the sensuality of the young.
Concepts longing a rest for the (wicked),
yet the wicked doth dwell within the swollen tit of an angel.
Holding an energy so effervescent
it seems rather comical he looked to another.
A new beginning reaps the benefits of a previous end.
Cyclical catharsis channels cosmic collisions betwixt —
true lovers intertwined in a (venom)ous embrace,
Where the bitter end will meet the sullen beginning
Over and Over and all continuous until eternity has made the decision to stop laughing at us all.
and we have decided to mutilate eternity into non-infinite linear existence.
(whoislaughingnow?)
– la voximpresionista
LaVI 