The Spiral Piller
Peak Poem:
MOving forward as supposed spotting myself slipped in an animal hole, and looking with eyes backward. A reasonable conscious conundrum stuck myself closed in the box something sensible issued. Blips of my blank imagination are in the blink of an anchored obscurity, unacknowledged awkward in a closedminded square squeezed together context of wisdom explored.
Everywhere, a foot I step in the front path of me while going ahead through the wheeling spiral effect around a rough causality. Ripple action phenomenon flops overhead my curious speculation. Instead, the words of walking wonders harmony erased.
Afterwards judging ill-disputed facilitated question, an impacted stripped set of tested knowledge stretches forth across the horizon, and staring at the -brightened unshown days forthcoming is the best science all is hoping on top of the world's hide, the hierarchical star reckoning the ill-fate doom of the earth its ridiculed defeat.
The short line thin undiscovered unaged the conventional chamber gate reserved; pieces of uncollected data held at the center of twisting slum universe separated from even here the slum churning wrecked stumbling history is graveling; and unconfronted its foundation vividly tracked, even now, waiting to untangle. it's anti-aging raining intelligence is spiraling below throughout and endless activity unspecified identity.
~Cory Morrel