Word Structure: II

a swarm of sacred salvation saluting solitude
savagely shifting and sifting like swiftly
it swallows all shallow sentiment sucking senses of a central stronghold
soft and shocking maybe sour to a separation stocking simple sacrament into a ritualized manner



the spirit will
not decay the
spirit will not
decay the spirit
will not decay



but your knowledge and comprehension of such

can

so split the


sinking

ship


in search of a start in synchronicity of similar spark
spoke of in scripture and stemming from simplifying

glory in the face of god

like you like it
and he like she
and god-like forces pulsing peacefully

while keeping still and steady in

spinning a roundness in
"fuck this, i'm leaving"
and then later grieving the thoughts or the pattern now lost in
an absence of an option of your place in
space and conception of time