starlit bypasses crossing over
arranged so familiar to distinguish
white twilight falling over
ashes swirling in the wind
notice the separation
between the
fading…
and as it passes
is it over
what has happened
to the intricate styling
what was the reason
for this anyways
can it be found
between the
fading…
is it seen
have eyes ever set upon it
where it goes
when the circle is transposed
what will happen
now that it is all over
blinding glass radiant shards
speaking over tongues and mortar
balancing the strip
ego enveloping the ritual
notice the lines that are missing
between the
fading…
where is the sun now
has the moon decided not to set
how can you find the center
now that everything is offset
there is no balancing
there is no dream
there is nothing left
between the
fading…
soot arms clover hover over heads of molten lava
sprinkling decay
an omega system pattern
pushing through the blue
stark grains of crush lilac beads echo
a coarse reimbursement of undercurrent
flow
through the still
and pass right into the moving
rejected objects of past tense reflections
and upon the reluctance there is a moment where
everything stops
false clarity
it is here where the sound grows cold
and the machines all freeze
the aftermath is heard in these echoes
for just an instant
before they pass
between the
fading…
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