Chasing voices, chasing echoes.
Relocate your tempo,
and put it into question.
Out of question, and garage,
fits the problem: a solution;
too much, too bold.
To handle.
My rusted bars
that set
pretenses
on demand.
Begs the effort
to cast investigations
and search, deep inside,
where no light touches a beacon,
but its Founder.
The rupture, now assertion,
the dominance of its trolley.
My problem
isn't mentions.
It's a lack of
proper motivation.
As apparatus, out of measure.
My demented voices
put to paper...
My intentions.
I want to see the world...
And watch It down my gullet.
Propel myself from
a character in the back
to the Protagonist
we'll become...
Hollow, nay never,
a morrow
of deathless sorrow.
My solitude.
Shapes the paper of a Master
to forge the chains around our
chances to strike
Gold
while we watch, nonsensical,
the river bleed out
its darker hues.
I
will never feel
remorse for the unbroken.
But
I shall too
cast my empathy unto
the hopeless.
Never watch me kneel.
For Kings of Falsehood.
Or Damsels of Endeavor.
Gaze upon
The Threshold.
And lie the guilt
of previous lives, ascension.
Into the blazes of growth.
An Evolution
will advent.
A filthy wave of
inaction.
Dissociates
my inner sanctum.
From the stains of its trail
I draw the positions
of my cards.
And from their shards
I can see into
the prospect of
Tomorrow's
Play - Park.
Linking
my frivolous
trials and errors.
I forgot to look into
the meadow.
Stare into
the endless eyes
of Neptune.
Find the forbidden hexagon
in between the palpitating
tensions.
And tremors.
A shake so surround it
crumbles.
The mass is now on sulfur
living so far the fumes
allow the motion.
All movement.
Can forfeit.
My steps.
Will leave burnt marks
in concrete.
I feel the Crimson Star.
I see the Ethereal Dawn.
I watch the Unspoken Hours.
And I cast aside my Proper Shadows.
And yet...
How come life feels to shine
when I'm walking far away
from You.
Out of time.
And out of order.
It's a shame we couldn't find
a somber
moment
to exist.
Alas, Life will guide the furthest shores...
And I shall see you all.
Arrive.
Come on
Dawn.
I'll be waiting back...
Outside.
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