A Thought
An idea with no form. Long slender fingers, sharp
letters. Enclose an idea and wraps around the world. Looking for faith in the characters, the vowels are the vowes of a broken mirror. From both ends of the sentence, there is broken glass and jagged veins. Every action obliterates chance. A mass of flesh with no skeleton, long slender fingers, sharp letters. A message with no audience. A thought is meaning crashing. “Look at my hands. I exist just to have one thought.”
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Speechless, from the power of this line:
“From both ends of the sentence, there is broken glass and jagged veins. ”
Kevin
This is ingenious. Good job.