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Flying instantly-hyper travel.
Into the imaginative world of a troubled Poe. How the demon he faced in the poem "Alone" pains me.
Hyper travel, once..
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A Moment of Us, We, It, Now.
How beautiful it is;
The white of my eyes have begun to permeate with outstretching lines of pinks and reds.
When th..
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The hours of the day press on,
As a panting camel,
Who carries treasured jewels to awaiting kings, on a romantic moonlight night.
The walls of ..
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How I love the simplicity of the primal being's stroll. What a shock it must of been to awaken.
How he traveled gracefully, without a clue of what a..
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I ask for the attention of divine aesthetic,
Flow into each letter,
Each word,
On page.
As paint would ooze from the greatest masterpiece,
Dri..
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The clouds are still smoke,
Against ocean sky,
Tiny ships create a chasm above,
A blue just as the tribulations of bills piano.
Sorrowful, but s..
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Cement sea,
Teach me,
As I listen to the soul mans truth,
Throw me for a loop,
Bringing me back to you...
Sky today,
Appearing as a painting o..
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Breaking amplifier,
Break my soul,
Only to reharmonize an octave above.
Screech your primordial existence;
Uncover my hiding heart with your ancie..
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Down the dark, mystical road,
I see changes.
A new world to behold; from spinning characters, twiriling on sacred holy records,
To deep damp grassl..
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The sky has been crying this past week;
Some days with glee,
And other days,
With a pain pondering on a future appearing bleak.
I pray for the c..
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