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Rated: E · Poetry · Tragedy · #2129967
A spatial being who was born in the star Sirius, and fell victim to a great joke.
I float out of mind, or the visages of time
There's no such chaos as obsolete stillness
For the world is busy, men are spending their dimes
And yet no one could bear to notice my dress

Mistress, dear mistress, I know you don't talk to me
You seem to look through me, but still smile so well
When everything is walking and I am in the middle
Is there something the cosmos decided not to tell?

I'm an actor! I'm tragic! The kaleidoscope in motion!
In the midst of monotony, the lumbering locomotives
I laugh on stained glass tiles, I'm a star of devotion!
Know me, fools! Know me! Why don't you see me?

Is this an invisible stage, which I perform but stand under?
Is my passion redundant, and my words so tasteless?
This is my dream, that fate struck asunder
I can't feed myself at my worst or my best.

I think I will go back to star Sirius' caress.

Years. The passing of time
It has become redundant, immeasurable, indivisible
Not so much as a dent, not so much as a jest
Or a dream, a purpose.
Its all quite invisible to me now.
It's all noticeable to me now.
Ah, that's the greatest joke I've ever lived.
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