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clouded glass crown

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As fluid as gold encumbered with shapes and features to circumscribe in symmetry,
as shattered in release to piece together points of an error moulded into an image,

thoughts of a plight described in ways away from yesterday’s bright decline,
beneath the weight of a golden glass shrine ever swaying to its poise sublime,

what emptiness it is given to explore and create as the exception overruled by,
another aberration, another simplistic cluster to understand something vexing,

although built to an eventuality easily ignored by the void that derives linear change,
the inescapable theme to being alive rests in a deaths cold courteous embrace,

access in scripts of flawless acquisitions as fate centrifuged in synaptic cycles,
since before the support titred down to withstand immeasurable force to convey,

the parts or its sum of existence despite any progress or portrayal predestined,
exacting its presence among the prose and hidden poignant notes of dilection,

a never ending conclusion is an apt definition

Lords of momentum

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Set in ways to see the rest along the road for actions in need of taking place,
setting forth from all the connections in between a fall to call its own
as change to allow an order to right the wrongs present in ways of a future sold

By thoughts of a force and might incalculable through its severed embrace,
seared within the mind of something made and yet born in disguise of taste,
few years , lesser sights from when a day was wrought until the veil is shed by dawn,

If only human, a means to significance would fail these times,
and time again would steer clear of the void that would suffice its indifference,
because of whats worth to a greater mind in annihilation , it would rest in pieces ,

redefined as the history of a repeatable lie .

Prince of Pawns

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made of a perfection projected into distances so great, it wouldn’t be fathomed as a form of entirety,
made through priceless nature deprived of its true extensive reach into the most real of all creation,
as it always would only become what it takes in its wake while evading a semblance of normalcy to play,

rarities of the mind thriving on the change of timeless grace & intuitive designs affirming a rule over earth or sky,
finding paths cleared to the very ends of possibilities in defeat or embrace of an impasse reality,
storming through beaches littered in rubies of blood and the salt of leaving armies in purpose behind

caught in between harnessing a weak perception of worldly outcomes out of another’s presence,
and harmonizing senses to strengths ignored in the weight of function or its access by the ways in command,
choiceless if only for moments of disconnection to understand move’s surrounding an interest to invest,

A game in progress.,