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100 miles to go

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A sense of separation imbibes as i exhale yet another draft of life once bestowed,

All that empowers a self has to have inspired it all without a mediocrity that slaves this vice,

One that was wrought in the dark, absence of knowing a fate happiest while in play as it eventuates,

Positivity in the course of things to come, and my reflection tends to slither past in silence, still,

Seething on a grand gesture from hope as it exalts the being of a human stirred to perform at its pinnacle,

Self involved eloquence of good vibes, tormented souls know quite well to not get too acquainted or else realise,

It will create or absolve, as the blood reciprocates, for a desperate measure of control,

Over the inanimus grave of rationale built along humanity to rule an obstacle course,

fuck all wonderland’s intended to cure any recessive strains off of mercy in power absolute,

Through a hundred miles to go, till the clocks wound tight,

When suffering credits its course with each, selflessly on its own,

An antidote to engineer poisons, treats, just as suffering ought to seek the most deserved of us all,

In set poise or permanence, time will tide over satisfaction that lets any blame encroach,

Beyond the point of no return to baseline, may all others be saved, lest, the only known left behind is a belonging to function or fate.

Giving up a sceptre

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The dysfunction built on prominence curates an authority of function over existence,

Powers etch gravity through sacrilege in each extension of a self conducted within,

Hierarchial status quo’s that deem solace felt as begotten to mutual regret,


Life , as written by grasping what it invokes in a future that reaches out to concede,

When it elevates the spectacle of change to poise & drain engaged if only in a few moments,

Working against patience with every breath, the passing of an inevitable disconnect & redesign of instinct,


It chides beneath, a lack of vision to things that are yet unknown but palpable nonetheless,

Hoping on a distant weariness that grows until it consumes itself to discover strength,

& fit the answer that instills an infallible bliss for each rekindled quest to decode oblivion,


All that reach must exist is to surrender, a perfection that blooms & wanes at the void over to another.

A dysfunctional totem

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Always a reason to ride the wave, one after the other in a childish embrace,

For what fortune could one find in another’s perspective over selfworth trailing behind,

And yet to understand one’s own doing, is left to concern by a price weighed against experience,


Purpose to go on, it says staring with blank eyes at every source of my discomfort,

Destiny, this disenchanted harmony, becomes the impedance of all things to be,

Why scream oblivion at an eroded desert for the dunes to regress unsatiated,


To never truly know, the absolutes that do persist despite all differences,

For what they are, an observer as the objects only deterrent uncertainty,

Can’t be confirmed nor denied in existence, if only to keep motives pristine.

Vessel of lights

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All the matter in a world that couldn’t fill it’s contours quite like an intoxication,
It’s silent premise of mere sense as a cause to contain in itself an equilubrium,
Keeps out of reach, a perfect solution, reasons to reconfigure practice as owned,

Not to leave the shelter shut, or shadows cast just might entertain possibilities,
To serve in haste the thirst that’s quenched either ways from now until emptiness,
Satisfy an expanding brim when it sets forth to colder ends in all certainty of control,

Every measure of this, each note beating to a flame that floats across the edges of curiosity,
Claiming for penance a freedom set to start again over horizons left of a trained eye’s beyond,
Speaks for all else when moments are fulfilled in a time that keeps tune through a surface tensed,

A statement of monstrous purpose deems the void worthy of resonance within this scuttle unknown,
Mildly conflicted by any absolutes aimed out of sight to behold as beautiful is to undivided coherence,
In ways of a sky lantern shedding light to capricious lives which engage with the seasons as they thrive.

Meaning of shite

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A subtle distinction between an approach to the disengaged spontaneity formed from all the views accumulated between inception & the infinite,
And it’s alternative where each presentation is the piece of a moving target which distorts any view of synaptic architecture in evolution,

Where one consideration treats in simultaneous conformity that only defines existence out of control against any ends in sight,
The other begs to become every other understanding of life than losses accounted for, in a multitude of causes to observe from,

Space and time exists if only for the ride

possessed

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Deeper from within, even colder still, austerity of the occasion alone paints pitch black in passing,
Frozen, versatile festerings of an elated moment wasted not long ago seems all too tainted, is set free,
In momentous disregard found beneath the stones of a kingdom lost, as everyone suffers through equally,

Abstract zones of quiet display, of which many versions seem overwhelmed by the love for a hatred quenched,
Never quite given a face or shape to what hatred truly is, trivialized as the ingrained task of breathing asleep,
Ever vexing & kept fixated on errors to isolate a piece of the prize that’s meant to be conquered in essence,

Keeps this threshold never crossed, even against the odds aligned, its relentless use aids only to amplify,
As the inclinations to circumvent, converge to raise its stakes through for new heights of satisfaction or distaste,
I believe, left to perfect views of an equation otherwise left sundered by its reality aimlessly bent on breaking even.

Serpentine solace

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Along the waves of solemn disguises contrived,
This sovereignty & pride leads in mirrored wonder,
For a fair plane requited to own the world by design,
Intent pieces perfectly feasible highs to prey or poison,

Tinier scales of dysmorphia reason to form mighty antidotes,
In wealth that winds toward explicit grasp over a torrential edge,
From lows where both object & observer consume each as itself,
An eon passes in awe of the discomfort loss is born to suffer,

This spontaneous lifeform as wild and infinitely caught up in it,
Stretches atoned as far as the twists & turns tingle along its spine,
Sequestered by belonging to the chain feed in shadows or secrecy,
Helps answer pursuits of any & all else to configure the venom inside,

As oft as it seems, every version becomes a newly distorted replication of the least,
For lack of a source etched through effort along reactions that force could convey,
A dark sky detaches in personal effects tossed along the dead ends that originate,

Make nothing of it, it must always reciprocate.

Time machine whiskey

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As it drains effervescent, concoctions are forged to cause effects available on command,
views it disseminates are expected to pay for rhythms of a next day shuffled & rewound,
Learning from that within which it would celebrate each climb back up and escape,

Reaching through a past brewed as it presents itself into silence streaming forth,
An indifference in the passing of time to the cause in ignorance, runs its course,
As all that aiming out of luck or persecution can provide, fails when left alive,

The great change, a simulated prospectus that only higher powers can extort, disuades,
Any utopian excavation of semblance as proof in an undistilled raw material shed to age,
Lets it breathe, sense of ingenuity bequeathed onto a palate of permanence personified,

Scents to wants harboured where virtue means to starve other things than hunger has known,
With all the losses accounted for, and all its gain withheld for after, if not for the fuck of it all,
A perfect product due for consumption arises along the rationale & its quest to be absolved.

The art of drowning

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Since when cognition escalated the variables to recognize a self alive beyond the every now’s,
Its a trip to another side of what if’s or other scales to equate the states they align,

Tied to a rock and sinking fast , it takes life and aims beyond an infinite take on things to just be,
Simulated as all that mediocrity could ever mean to be safe or sickening & satisfactory,

Beings of mud that stipulate fresher contours in anticipated starts to endure any rays reborn,
Resolved through hate to restore sense of belonging to its continuum drained in destiny,

Whiter papers drench in this black ink if only to fade or dissolve in something less potent,
Hung out to dry out of sight while all the rest is empty without relevences embellished,

Diplomacy fails, & its retaliation measures upto patience poised in the haze of a threat displayed,
Left still within a form protected by succession on a bright balance of depth unknown,

All the possibility of your very own savage reality to breathe in and expire comes & goes