Among a white room, come blank semblances of shadows,
whisper are tangled between specks of madness.
Thoughts – possibly of weakness are apologetic through an unsighted telescope,
quiet contentions,
restless legislations,
tedious clicking…
Fractions, fragments, and frictions of fictions in formal semantics: Nascent.
For other remote time swarming, zoning , warping,
to have reduced to one – rarely.
As a paper of processes for phylum,
through an algorithm of Ambien:
Repetitive tides of people here, in blurs. Click.
Faint flights of fright in foreign tongue, frail to forbidden fore seers.
Reflected upon the intimidation in immigrant irises,
their apologetic extermination returning to one,
As a share of the atmosphere roaring,
through exterminating cries, fighting tension,
Fog hazes faces and subsides as one. Click. Click.
Skilled hands twist to intertwined grimaces beclouding another,
hazed from one profile to presentation.
Slight slithers to another shoulders, words slurred as
deep sighs, long pauses — speak so silently, quietly.
Wait so mysteriously by civilization,
familiar frowns, similar scowls. Click. Click. Click.
A beacon just drifting midair colliding with others amongst the atmosphere.
Floating, with the breeze , to be forgotten when death is inevitable,
lie in the in between a course of immortality and early death.
afraid of admitting that they are lost,
lost as a pinnacle,
in complete abyss… Click Click. Click. Click.
If we never met, then I wouldn’t have to lose you.
Mistake Conscience with Fate – destiny with luck when bitterness overcomes you,
that there is a pattern in the narratives, you don’t want to admit.
There is fork in the road, where your soul gets indecisive.
There is a crossroad where, there is a light, where you yearn to explore,
for everyone’s own world to collide.
There is a collision
with their own thoughts expression – those you don’t know about…
Click. Click Click. Click. Click.
– Emilyn Nguyen, Counting Countenances
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