the opium groove

The odist, sometimes overtired, comfortless, depleted of fiscal coercion and yet fostered by nesting, folds into an inner world invoked and fascinated by these very motives where, alone, with one’s thoughts in communal or secret spaces need only the necessitous of a laptop to ebb further into the reverie of a makeshift world not so interchanging in that the smudging of the two is where the elegiac reaches known limit; this border is where the poet is able to hush the cyclic arbitrary reality to quote what can be taken from it and used ad rem, via a brogue twist manifesto.

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