Chaos in Absolutes- Poems from The Captain's Chair- The U.S.S. MinnowPROSE!

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Divided perfectly little fingers wave.
forever trapped inside curved glass.
proportions all aligned.
hair tussled.

Skin drawn tight under chemical caress.
Showing off your structure.
Puffy lids drawn back.
Milky orbs stare.

When sinew and muscle fade away.
Rictus smile comes out to play.
Jaw set firm against the ages.
While teeth rattle on the floor.



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Chaos, chaos is everything.
All the little loops spinning about
Cycles caught in strings
Forever repeating.

To act is to oppose resistance.
To think is to be prompted.
By what? who?
That wave is behind me.

Constant motion in this sea of time.
Every vibration rattling bones.
Caught in the gaps between breaths.
Where am I now?

Fire is the last dance I'll swing too.
Up upon the gallows, exposed.
Noose in hand, flames climb the stairs.
The attic awaits.
Just like the dreams.

Branded marks from nails worn down.
Strapped to the gurney.
Screaming my truth to the deaf walls.
Padded absolutely.







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Such a beautifula and imoressive painting . Absolutely brilliant piece of art woek. Veey inzpiring and motivTing

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Beauty of human proportions all aligned and tight under caress showing the beautiful structure in the days of youth.

When old age comes , muscle fade away,jaw set firm against the ages and teeth rattle on the floor.

Action oppose resistance, the bones vibrate and caught gaps between breath.Nails worn down padded absolutely .
All human must pass through youthful and old age if not die young.

Macabre, dubious, invasive, a lot like war. The lines stand as evidence of the immutable nature of humanity to stand all the same, to venture at the very least, a question or protest.

@sammosk Muy bueno su poema espero ver muchos más , me encantadora las imagenes muestra muchas cosa que salen del alma .