In this twillight age of ours, many still-seeming shadows lie,
In grim repose waiting, lying across every way, every path
steadily creeping, filling the horizon with their sticky gloom.
Incumbent Subtle Entropy's get's everyone, if not late then soon.
That is if constant progress is not burning brightly at your side,
But seeng as you're already well done and tough,
the sun is definitely up there, all right.
Have fun, may you many adventures have, be seen.
May your past, present and future form a fair vessel,
For all fair things bursting at the seams...
In absolutely profound nonsense, Unto the uttermost reaches of rhyme, In synchrony with the dance of nonlinear oscillations, Of an atomic clock striking the hourly chime, I sing my song, my chorus, of creation unbridled by mind, A sort of chaos ever present, in cranial hood evanescent, Bound by none but good cheer kept, and often by fiercer passions swept, In short a very small window into the person I suspect myself to really be...
Followers
like lovers nestled in each others arms
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