Tuned into the wind

Couple hours idealized or hypothesized
end with nothing to show for shit but empties and rearranged mess
needs got rid this
english fail
nightly!
creep through my slumber you're invited
to interpret what you please but don't be halted by absolutely timid character born of frustration and genetically unstable ingenious fueled by frequent tilt
this is intermittent babble
to be made into series perhaps worth a maneuver
maybe your promethean brain can already navigate the tunnels
carve through that wall of intrigue
and discover layered prehistory.
we know, we know exactly how to speak the language
in probability written by us.

geta ekki / heyra

what does this make for but amplified paranoia and schemes and task after do after meant to
sure that shiny globe gleaning in the corner the equator grinning revolving to prove a point
the deficiency of angularity at the same time precisely mapped with ridge and flume
pulsating couloir
's all souring but what's altered time and retracted focus within a frame
's what's most noteworthy

You seek the bottom of the glass still dependent on words you hope'll come
And then you think- whoa- whoa what've I ever done

And you're either discouraged or motivated by the success of others?