Fluid Time
By Oliver Twisted
The promeathean, the rise of a mandala, machine meme language,
The elves and jesters of the astral plain, in hyperspace,
In real fluid time.
I sit, drink black tea and its tenderness that is needed in this world.
Originator, originator
Well,
I write don't I?
Yes, because a writer writes, right?
And yes the spirit world.
I am a medium transmission and the message to the rest of you,
"Get your act together!"
And I have agreed with them and it is high fluid time.
Poetry, you.
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Copyright 2017 Oliver Twisted
Published on Saturday, March 9, 2019.
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"Poetry"