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

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.,

Tyranoraptor narcissus

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Emulation at its best describes eventuality in wondrously sequenced worlds that work to sustain its spark,

Reality though allows this in most instances, barely copes with the individuality it disseminates,

Conforming assumptions with respective comparison to a life dealt as choice more than change,

The self combust’s & resurrects its own within the ash clouds of past perspectives present each day,

The point being is a true nature absolved into creative expansion of royalties & endless reach neatly quantified,

A system is built on the remains of collateral damage to control the ends of solutions that pass from support through divisions,

Since its easier to think positively in terms of what it all means to comfort embers of know how,

Than facing what it means to dream having slowed down assimilation in causes that absorb itself to feel the effects.,