poem

the visit

the visit by vince Stephen

 

count all the pixels,

can they be this deliberate and intricate,

illicit the visit

I feel violated my own willingness,

is killing me  it is real? Is it really me?

I sometimes show silly me but sincere that i am my own entity did you get your power back did you get the power on so you can hear about hell automatic on the autobahn your so adaptable your so incredible so forceful,

but approachable,

you do what you have to supersonic until you go orbital

your eyes are so precious your optical vortex hypnotizes and hexes

we are river of dreams even though we look at the streams as ease it beams complexity

and is an acquired through the seams scene after scene,

  the years, my god the years it takes to be,

when your out of control, its fun