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Catastrophic Volume: Rise

the balance between overcompensating


a shattering paradigm with a pair of eyes


somewhere in the mind the hindrances


tied up each the limbs too tight to align


counting sandfalls by where the shadows


fall, and die, wherefore artless beauty


self-defined, deeply, already it is it was


shall it be againe mistaken for another


one more night to break the dawn's sky


one more, what it is that that means to me


please tell me what it means to believe in


something so far from perspectives climb


each a step taken to walk too far from


the garden and back again to the stone


from the stone to the heavens or shall it


something less discovered by others


one couldst barely contain what is held


yet what is set free, a distance into history


does love reveal what is left of a world


and what shall it be we seek to find


yesterday is endlessly dying for tomorrow

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