A 'reversal' of Jean-Léon Gérôme's 1872 painting Pollice Verso.

Return to 'burn' only to find out you're already in that urn.

Locked away but not away; somewhere nearby but unreachable, a periphery so notfaroff it's always in ...

On the Clickity-clack Express it's clear I'm always under duress, unless I forget.

Shadows frighten what one oughtn't be gripping (that thing before/hind you).

This cacophony runs over me, over everything I see, everything I want to see: it's me.

Abandoning the Abaddon-loathed abandoner opens plenty of reclaimed... everything(s).

It's time the times met each other over & over.

Don't ask me why, but I feel we're about to cry trying.

Say Om as you reach home only to realize you never really left/stopped saying Om.

Centrist revelations abound among repetitions & revisitings.

Pounding backbeats beaten by [(Don't Get)] warm[welcomes]th.

Rather pointless, rather stilted, fetid; not what we want us going after.

The final 17 years of American singer and musician Karen Carpenter, performed almost entirely by mod...

Still it's really tall. Still it's really floundering/falling/fading.

Strings together what's strung together (please use yr tether).

Radical recurrences & rancorous requests raze my daze.

Onward, upward, greener [redder] grasstures.