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Date Posted: 05:27:33 11/03/02 Sun
Diffrent to each soul in the path,
Forever changing to suit the needs of those graced
Power till the end of age,
Till the beginning of stone,
Shifted to the light of need in vain, of fear in need.
Glimpse and divine the universes onto each being,
Shared yet unknown,
Can I partake of the creation?
Memorys of the scattered dwell in the mind
Unable to set upon there course,
Hollowed through the looking glass
I wait and watch, blessed and deprived.
Premonitions furl and dive
The future of what is ment to be unborn
A thousand crys fill the well of thought.
More glimmer than real.
A touch of laughter unnoticed dies tonight.
As matter exists only to view.
Creatures that filthy and design the burning.
They that mock and yearn
In lasciviousness too honor bound to set free.
I cannot shake the things that unmake me.
Yet upon there unmaking I am alive.
Rushed to fruition beyond the capabilty of those,
That set their decay upon my skin, my mind.
I dare not show you my perception,
Fearful it will sully the eyes it shows.
I wish to fade into want,
Purly for its own sake
Dimmed not by howls of yore.
Ogers freed, sweetness,
Reasoning it's way into jussive mood.
Sharp to taste and sight alike,
Most abandoned in it's thrall .
Recollection a newborn swaddled in my arms
Bathed in the light of explosion.
I have sold myself to ache,
In hopes to feel
The eternity of breath in and upon my being.
Any soul by chance a higher price,
But lacking the strength to hold on.
Mine open and free for all I view,
Each encompassing and adding a pebble for thought.
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