Milk And Honey For Insomnia?

Moon Ballad of instability in the balance

Habit

slow slips in the soliloquy of appearance

shadow of the shadow of a thought

chewed without appetite

you like a knife to cut the sky and sell dear

gram per gram

you like a knife that limited words to describe the

around the obvious

only actors in the theater of climbers

mirrors and bullshit

there is a flu-like sunset, a moon in the balance on hundreds

new poets

While

even silence is not silent

everyone kneels and prays to his altar

shadow of the shadow of

think ill of those who love to fuck with their desires

you like a knife to cut the sky and sell

dear gram per gram

Do you want a knife that limited words to describe the

around the obvious in the theater without spectators

puppet pretending life

there is a sea of \u200b\u200bpaper, a moon in balance

for hundreds of new poets