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Rated: ASR · Poetry · Spiritual · #2134709
A reason why I struggle with sleep. Thought's byproduct is waste.
Detained
Hypertextualized roads
Thickening woods
Shadowed Journeys
This fantasy
Without conclusion
Lost
Dead ends
Backtracks
Dimmed thoughts
Fading desire
Brings down the lights
Until the next illumination

Delusion
Soaring above reality
Somewhere in cerebrum
Into a forbidden
Forgotten history
Seldom exists
Fuzzy
Fizzing, idling
Thoughts mundane
Truths myth
Courting mystery
We're not meant to know

We're not meant to be

I hover here
Hoping you'll return
Yellow words burst
A monochromatic sea
Slender arrows
Aim for you
Renewed, searching
A tender, red heart
Still beating
For me. For me?


It means everything and it means nothing, because of timing
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