Timon Sinos

Original poetry

Time to read: 1 min.

Timon Sinos
Rises the ordinary into infraviolet intermissive bereft of brief
nothing to stamp so I stomp this out
please do not accept under conditions or on any behalf

Timon Sinos
Image spinning only just so
luscious liscious taught a taut
a moments mirror caught lite thrown
in reflection banishes vishing confounding the die cast with the yo shout
calling on another I by the next name is still the same

Timon Sinos
What could redress the pain that never took to its name
it didn’t explain to care why bother
trifling human stain
it’s this: i’m called up yes someone is calling my name
I took it and with no name becomes me now with new name

Timon Sinos is so very full of need of the most of both and so finally so very full of us