To the World

I wish to write numberless words
From the ink of Mist
On the curls of Smog
I whim to envelope the strings of poesy
In the musical notebook of ash-laden smoke
Then I yearn to see you fall
To see you Insane
To let you drown in the gravity
Of mine verbose electricity
And then I love to get you entangled
In the watery web of my watery words
I like to hear you
Yelling, Screaming
To escape
And then giving up to the pinnacle of helplessness
Tired , panged and punctured
In the satin womb
of my silky hub
Just like a frosty
Window-pane
Magnetically pulls
The apparently numb
Frozen fist of fingers.

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