Longest Hiatus Yet

Welcome to the Agglomeration

Untouchable

My hand has no fingers
Your face has no edge

Indistinct

from form
Shapeless puddle
Black ink ooze puddle gelatin
That trickles down the street
down the drain
and into the mouth of the
nuclear crocodile

My eyes are deaf
My nerves frayed
and my sense toned to
steel plate banging resonant thud

Monks pause to pray
Matin whispers flexible and smooth
The rainbow with four primary colours
Clandestine Imposter Green

My feet have no toes
My poem has no meaning
Your face is untouchable

Till next time, may you agglomerate all your unpremeditated contemplations