But what is a while anyways? If time does not exist, if it is truly cyclical, then there is no discernible difference between 20 seconds from now and 20 years from now. But now there is a difference. What we experience as it exists, as we persist upon on this instance, we feel. All we are left with is emotion. Energy and emotion.
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If there ever was a time that I couldn't find a rhyme, the taste of lemons comes to mind.
A simple interjection, with complex intersections pulls and tears at the seams that bind.
Told for years, generations torn, build upon fear.
Exacting the notion set into motion at the dawn of the original day.
Leaving but one to leave for those left with none.
It looks empty but feels infinite; it looks full but feels fleeting.
Shuttered ideas, scattered dreams, mortals left scorched.
Foul stench lingers in the senses, without fate, stays relentless.
Fluid corrodes the volatile metals; drunk, the metals are our bones.
Irony flaws abundantly, our hopes consume the self, leaving us alone.
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Instant excess, tell-tale sign.
Limit access of the times.
Thoughts on pop-culture.
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Brainstorm
It's the norm, to be forlorn, amid the storm.
The thought congeals into a shield
Briefly tighten, don't be frightened.
Just relax now, put on your crown.
Bring forth your, faded, memories.
Simple key in telepathy
Partly cloudy, mostly misty,
Seconds standing in the rain.
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develop sensibly; using senses
take aim and move aimlessly
take it all.
develop sanctity; losing sanity
Search for riches in misfortune
forget forgotten regrets, impart distress on the ill-fated
trickle down a healing water
bring about enduring power <>
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