Working on a random poem, the first I’ve written that wasn’t a song in quite some time. I don’t even know what a lot of it means yet.
only the stillness of impending catastrophe
a parable perambulating round and round the siphon of duplicity
perambulate: To walk through
siphon: convey, draw off, or empty
duplicity: fraudulence: a fraudulent or duplicitous representation
I love words.
I thrive on delusions.