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Structure
06:19
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There, I felt no resolve.
A fatal dose of synchronicity always futile to construe.
There will and self dissolve.
Combating endless insecurities malice binding through and through.
I only wanted structure but I lie gutted and strewn.
My love for desire has ruptured but I tried not to consume.
I only wanted structure.
Bodhi seeker - rhyme and reason a comet passing by.
Coma dreamer - riptide towing how long can I deny
now that I cradle the last of this mind's martyring eye?
Petrified in fractions.
Disguised in responsibility.
A sentient infection bred lies thereof entwined.
This hive mind corruption built this fire I still desire
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Meiosis
06:14
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Endeavoring to assume this terminus acceptance.
Transfixed by burden awry.
Observing this core from a third person vertex.
A paradox I descry.
A schism within the genes.
Dreams and reality conform as one.
Reflection is this machine.
So, who is your enemy its all its none.
Resist just to start another war, its irresistible to stand and die.
Then to see that all paths come into one into an incomprehensible ouroboros.
I see that strife is what i choose.
I need to know that I can breath on my own.
Futile it seems that is to bleed, but I need to know that I am more than just a reflection.
The median soliciting compliant repentance.
A sedative deified.
Observing this core resisting mitosis.
In this mirror I divide.
What is woven will come undone.
As above so below.
What I fought I have become.
Elegantly superimposed.
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Facade
06:13
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In contention.
Everything I've known in monochrome.
Vivisection.
Vertigo... barren, hollow.
Imperfection.
Perpetualy I hone, toil to atone.
Oscillation.
Pendulum, carry me home.
All divergence I set aside in an attempt to be unbounded.
And now i watch as the world dies.
Separation compounded.
Pushed myself as close as I could in an attempt to be unbounded.
On the edge of a knife I chose separation compounded.
To love, to loathe.
This obligation to perceive the total of this unending disunion my fox hole oath.
Abode, erode.
Further distance my vantage to see what fate forebode.
A mere six feet is as far as I can be it has plateaued arrested thereby.
What misstep made this perception become malign?
The desire to be free, to grow, to transform, to redesign?
And now to see these worlds are about to collide...
Is it because of me and my hold... my need to control... my presiding facade?
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Pons Asinorum
06:11
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Support the system, I could decide.
Sanitize and return to default.
And end the notion to quantify.
Step in line to remove me from my faults.
Discard emotion to simplify.
And decry the stigma of what i had wrought.
I chased a suspicion that I could untwine.
I undermined the order in an attempt to dissolve the gestalt.
If I adhere would there be something to break my fall?
Dread and drear of a careless cede into the thrall.
But then what is there to live for now that the schism turns the mind into a domesticated animal, a sanctum of apathy to crawl into.
I feel like I've been here before.
Synchronicity always futile to construe.
The fey mechanical.
A plexus of malice binding through and through.
I ache for these groves to billow.
To saunter through the garden berceuse.
Wrap me in this pall of willow.
Into a warm deluge in hues of chartreuse.
But a wretched glance out of my window has always grown into a desire to choose.
Is this what it is to be trapped in limbo?
From this dream when i withdrew into the shadows hitherto.
Why was I given sight when it's my sin to see?
Did I offend you in slight or was this your offense to give to me?
Why was I given sight?
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