Cryptic messages used to be my forte. I would write of double meanings from multiple angles. Nothing would disappear because it was all laid out in front of your eyes. Text can be manipulated to fit your needs and to deceive. Now in this strange isle of words, we succumb to the sight of dread and fear. Nothing was entangled when I arrived but now a tense is not even correct. Praise the embers unknown path but be aware of their jagged touch.
Sickness (in alliterative form)
Uncertainty understands the unique motions of undercurrents.
Overwhelming me out of order.
Cradling comfort into chaos.
Allowing allocation of alluminum allusions.
Destroyed days of drought…
and…
Varying vestiges of vertigo.
Make my mind.
