Under Blues Skies III

A system that sows 
A grapes of graft vineyard will
Be choked by it's vines

My telomeres are tired and my cellular membrane just ain’t as thick as it used to be. What once upon a time would set my cellular messenger RNA ablaze, scorching my mitochondria; now at best only kindles within my nucleolus.


Reload the browser 
Refreshing #awareness in
my myopia

A: A polite way of describing, “I got mine Jack, keep your hands off of my stack.”

Q: “What is business ?”


I achieved peak self #astuteness with the realization that I couldn't monetize the lifeboat concession on the Titanic. 

Some people are wired that way.

Others are not.

My tipping point after greeting one of life's many icebergs.

Too soon?

Ended with loathing 
Ignited with blazing lust
Never #amity

sure, infinity 
and beyond equations
are all well and good
but my struggle
is ciphering
an #affinity for now

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