A Bitter Remix II

Oceanic centre,

     Where the emotion terror lurks collecting names like Death before the throne of unbelievably reckless grace never found but by the dead, A revelation caught in between a perfect algorithm mental future to past chained up no mirror necessary moments watching the picture roll inside the head that bleeds off amidst the distractions of this Sandcastle Earth where both contentment and emptiness wearily deny the causality of honest pigments to unfold from our tongues.

In earnest anticipation of,