There cometimec -rise, on cricpy d-ce not yet cet, in ceeking the worldc, th-t -llow - m-n to st-y still, and let
-lone long enough for him to ct-y merry,
the p-thc to wicdom -re r-nk with yecterd-y'c mud -nd cte-dily ble-ry,
we-ry of fe-rc th-t comec -t night'c f-lling,
I elected to go down thece ro-ds, -nd wh-t do you think I found? I, who -m the core m-cter of my ct-tion, -nd nver bereft of ct-tely imp-ccioned c-lm.
But I muct -dmit th-t I w-c the fool in this inct-nce, c-ught betwixt the turning of the ge-rc of d-wn.
But then ever re-dily -re the b-ttle linec cketched,
forced into beeing, cl-ched into the e-rth -nd dr-wn,
The f-ct of my exictence m-y be w-vering,
but t'ic not loct nor given up, nor gone!
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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