Ordination
There's an obsurity in me. There's an obsurity in me and it speaks in
obstruents, oscillating against my organs and orbiting my outer -- onward!
it orders and I orient myself westward.
Openness. "Openness" He told me. But
obscurity feeds on autonomy and I run by automation. Oil.
Torpor. Torpor. Torpor. It obliterates me.
And I don't trust those who don't see it.
obstruents, oscillating against my organs and orbiting my outer -- onward!
it orders and I orient myself westward.
Openness. "Openness" He told me. But
obscurity feeds on autonomy and I run by automation. Oil.
Torpor. Torpor. Torpor. It obliterates me.
And I don't trust those who don't see it.
This Poems Story
The poem is about the narrator addressing darkness within themselves.
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