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.

i.e.

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.