my mind’s interaction (a poem)

The crown of wooden rings stretch horizontally blanketing the hardened shoulders housing a past life and a current breath

Maple fall leaves melt circles; moats, that shelter a forgotten onyx pit, speaking without consent, without being heard

Sullied scents, drip curses, wane for attention, unknowingly wafts confusion upon the owner but also the gatherer

Mischievous stories lap ears blindly tossing intelligence; primitive state that motivates the young Medusa lust

Cobbled hands tie with budding branches intertwines spaces of sadness; fills fleeting desires drop, distinct, sharp, rings, endlessly sewing lips stuffing dirt inside their own mouths

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