Brandon Theis- A Poem

THE IS

Part 3: conscripted grift cherries plumb cloaks faded in folds of limbic symmetry. Slippery?

Time lords dealing in state machines. Drugs control drone homing into pigeon breaths, beating hearts. Conquest.

Sloped moaning out whale semen seeped in lime, rise tide, rise! waves meshed milky spawned portal stacking, darkly into the cave maze. Crowning.

Keepsakes honored by locked wombs embrace, worlds flipped pearly, replicate endless drift pretenses, flirty truth like surfaces, bound infinite to threaded energetic fabricants. Lube.

Lobe thumpers pump frequency defeat, scorned by borders. Vacate.

Prism humping mind pools just so eager to know order, break bold moldy concurrent torrent holding cached flows for perception. Design.

Glimpse it crushing downward, bleeding lines crossed wide, clean, received as daydreams flee. Functional abyss, visible to hybrid machine carrion. Burnt.

Bliss fridges, gush goopy goblins groping at existence; alien, human, zesty life formed of matter. Scrape tiny edges of the whole. Complete.

Souls flood in and out, born inside routes that ever shape patterns for payers and prayers, prey cold empty outside consciousness. Burning brightness invades the images, keen on sweeping the pulse radar. Quality.

Constructs? Complete sidebars, wrapped conclusive, injected by abducted paradigm plumage. Forced inspection has no reflections, thus, impacts of messaging signals: moot. Jesus.

Grey framed solid beings, superior but infinitely weak, attempt known solutions, flailing seedlings. Grow.

Ever lost placement testing, objective nesting of stress. Valuable exchanges happen vacant of space, time, revolutions.
Energy.

Forked earths' root berth bubbles brooding murky mumbles. Half century, maybe. Maybe, this version erodes too soon. Gamma?

Power provisions given by fives, prototypes alive, rewired memory pillars. Crumble.

Positioned for effect: hover hives urge eyes to subscribe, beside brane bending, brain welding, brine capsules, encompassing exactly nothing. Poof.

Freedom from all knowing scaffolds: drunk with worth. Vague illusions only. Masks.

Furious awareness, doesn't slow or depend, isn't colluded or inspired, just is. Beyond.

The is.