Thoughts Perched From A Bubble

What is received from one’s mine to put it into one another’s hands like a solo or a single game of telephone the Sleepy eyes of a writer as he writes another on a lifetime of words to explain his perception of the world not a form of art but rambling nonsense till the eyes of a perfect reader steps forth and find the sulfide from young minds so far as most is lost with no find going through much information to grasp a single hint of knowledgeNot too smart to surpass what we deem to be responsible and the eyes of what we believe and for those to be not responsible him is to those to be dead oxygen is no longer alive which is the truth in so many eyes for death to be constructed to the fault of an imagination and falling down before far below our eyes -S5NDZ OxygenIsDeath