coumfotbly numb nuts

large pubic mounds of incessant copulectric windsurfers
smash and burn mentality turns fragily inward towards the shores of no return
siren songs dance upon the windowsills in frilly waves of opulescence
the walls disolve into little sparkling pieces of universe reflecting the singularity
from which sprung artisian wells full of the energy that washed outward from nothing
and then inward into everything in cascading spirals seemingly whole but really nothing
more than what always was but could never be cause the pieces are free to believe and be
less than created or more than just inferiated by destiny