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Time Erased Creates

there is a death within, dead happenstance, visions vast bliss in languages forbidden


wholly wrapped up promises of, promoting the, let me take you down to where I'm


going to, nothing is real, all in shades of hideous blue unraveling with exquisite pain


visions last uncollapsed vein, drawing, evermore of some ever far out blasphemy, with


sprinkles, with flair, don't it taste sweet when you do it with your feet, that walking thing


onslaughter of the scene, senses reminded, reminiscing, weapons flailing, shutters drawn


open ended questions lead me on, lead paint, liquid thumbprint, listen up kids its just


visions wonderous, land it does then, landing love, less of a belief and more an interest


more of a whipping eye lashed lilith, more of a wind racked motionless palm tethered


by the wrist to the boarded door, nailed, oft, more so, oftener than nought, third realm


thinking, before it enters the second ring to circle above the head before it enters the


mind like some illusive thing, unknown mastery, masterpiece, commonplace to meet


and who has the time, where is it that I can find nothing to get, sordid, wet, dripping


rainfalls of sunlight, falling leaves golden age, revelries, quote me on this, start the


sentence again, there is a death within, there, where time erased creates, visions master


ruminates, cauldren boiling, children sing the song of the ages on the stage at the bar,


I didn't really understand the words until then, some eight year old talking to herself


for hours at a time, who has the time, who can take me there to that place, where I am


trying to be, buying and selling thoughts and thinking about how to stop drinking coffee


in the morning, mind yourself buzz, thoughts only of, thinking, and to think about thoughts


in the fourth perspective, let alone, left of the altar and held in the palm of the white mask


glistening, all falling away again down beneath the tree, ages past ages hence, present


tense, and nevermore so revealing, built to fall, troubled water, rumor has it something is


happening, I couldn't believe a thing, in my mind's eye, things I can't write, feelings of


and longings for, a death within, erased, every morsel of a word, mortal, and immaterial


dreams lingering through & through the morning's landscape, running through the hallways


ever chasing something, going hunting, remembrances of yesterday, pasts looking glass


mirages custom made with each falter step through the desert of sin, sand dances lifted


by some invisible force in ways unspeakable tongues babylon, truth be to the fortune


telling, and what am I to give, what am I to do to drown in it, captivating, mind invading


sign the paper, and the only thought I have about it is, who is anyone to say when enough


is enough, who's arc is it, Enoch's, who's covenant, who's dove, bleed better blood blacker


than night's shadow, more liquid than moonlight, more drawn and when it dances mixed


with heroin, golden, at least it's true when you're on acid, somethings never look so


beautiful, somethings, never, who's endeavor, and who's to stay, who will leave this place,


we are going down, let me take you too, by the hand, somewhere, only things, all is, only


things, promises written in dust, left reminders on the mantle, all along round the candle,


far far far drawn out, put out, left to linger, amongst spidered coils and ancient text, all things


read the same in wonderland, all things drifting go, all things leaving never return, all things


are everything to me, and nothing will ever be the same to somebody every time the second


hand moves on some watch keeping time that some wrist is tied up with, hanging from the menagery


door, frame the compass spinning, magnetic north, star lit dinner when the candles flame


is smoke, curtain opens, shades of blue seep in through & through, sleeping in the pyramid


is a clown and he knows exactly what to do, just to see you smile, just to tickle the alien for


awhile and do the dance, the spring-tale, bunny, wherefore art thou honey, art thou in the


car, art we are, driving, somewhere lost in the darkest of tunnels, leading to some, far out


place, somewhere, where left it is the words we never say, further left turning the page of


the book of all the ages, who's to read tonight, when shall we leave the light on, please


nightmares become me, so, creation laughs at nothing, tickled pink, stomach gutted, roses


weep, the garden's art is menagerie, mercilessly mixing coloured epiphany, evermoreso


a more beautiful green I've never seen, leaves talking to himself from the room of a dead


memory, looking down at the white mask in both hands silently, third sphere rocking, side


to side gripping the knees as the ship sets sail in some water coloured ocean of fears tearing


at the frame to find the canvas of the other side painted mirror, I stare at the great treatise


daily, and feel unworthy of it yet, finding more momentum to seek a great escape, hanging


there from the tree, just waiting to be plucked, she loves me, she loves me not, it happens


to be, no, it does not, there we shall meet, there, there, shall never come, splitting up, laugh


ever longing mask, or cry, feel nothing inside, there is a death within, time erased creation

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