Collector

I collect sparse memories, are my veritable strong mast
They move me through the nebulous pellicle of incertitudes

For breakfast we share the butter, is an effective must
We need to smooth with lubricant the harshness of nudes

Ramble your drops of disturbed by incontrolled tremour blood
Don’t be afraid to crawl up, the smooth valley is only void safety

Capture your tears in chalices of control, or their persistent flood
Will inundate your destitute sorrows, drowning you in too, lately

Stare at them unduly, imbibe features beneath your ribcage
If you desire to repulse the infinitesimal essence of you

Don’t sidestep the trenchant edges, the only path to outrage
The tedium of mortal ambitions is to cut, then stick with glue…

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