Aux-lo takes the
scraps of a discarded world and
places them into arrangement.
Never like the mass of
agreement, never given the
space or time. Auxiliary set
low,
for worldly planes, that crave a
background ambiance. Never
in need of the spotlit pop
machine. Curious of the
unpolished jem. pushing
forward with burning books,
agitating the normal idea that
brought us here. Now is forever
tomorrow the next!
I'm feeling odd today like an actor in a play playing those plays they do nothing new I wish I could stay but I'm turning a shade of grey or could it be midnight blue I haven't the slightest clue because I'm feeling odd today
