Mobius - Hello Poetry

I will go ahead and help you with whatever you are going through no need to play your game again My love lost, but you are loved by so many men Your proofs of life come little by little time turns its wheel slowly as if brittle fragile like the words I read today paranoid of what they might really say My heart hurts for you so aching for a future I helped grow gone before the fruit could fall bitter and black, we burned it all I'll go ahead and help you until life is through your name stamped upon my heart for without, it would have surely fell apart

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Feb 19

Feb 19, 2026 at 8:41 PM UTC

Mobius

I'll help you again

I will go ahead and help you with whatever you are going through no need to play your game again My love lost, but you are loved by so many men Your proofs of life come little by little time turns its wheel slowly as if brittle fragile like the words I read today paranoid of what they might really say My heart hurts for you so aching for a future I helped grow gone before the fruit could fall bitter and black, we burned it all I'll go ahead and help you until life is through your name stamped upon my heart for without, it would have surely fell apart

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...and maybe, we're none of us awake at all perhaps the gracious host is nothing but a ghost and to most, a dream from sleep truly but a leap, and we are all haunted at the stopping of our feet...

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Feb 11

Feb 11, 2026 at 11:11 PM UTC

Mobius

Maybe

...and maybe, we're none of us awake at all perhaps the gracious host is nothing but a ghost and to most, a dream from sleep truly but a leap, and we are all haunted at the stopping of our feet...

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little window up there clouds glide past in the spring air floating down, maybe to you perhaps we both noticed if only you knew day brings rays that filter in familiar course along the walls and antique tin night's starlight brings wonder and dread perhaps we both noticed is he asleep, or is she dead little window way up there the show you give is not to share vivarium's view of life in lieu perhaps we both noticed youth's magic will never be felt anew

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Feb 11

Feb 11, 2026 at 2:17 AM UTC

Mobius

Little Window

little window up there clouds glide past in the spring air floating down, maybe to you perhaps we both noticed if only you knew day brings rays that filter in familiar course along the walls and antique tin night's starlight brings wonder and dread perhaps we both noticed is he asleep, or is she dead little window way up there the show you give is not to share vivarium's view of life in lieu perhaps we both noticed youth's magic will never be felt anew

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petals that shall never fall pewter leaves, etched, brown ruddy stain cold street lights on faded brick wall moths cling to illumination, in light they drown rain washes down gurgling drain a flower for you...a shower for the few overgrown. overbearing. over there staring wishing and waiting, withheld breath fainting wanting for the petals that shall never fall...

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Feb 11

Feb 11, 2026 at 1:54 AM UTC

Mobius

Rain for the fall

petals that shall never fall pewter leaves, etched, brown ruddy stain cold street lights on faded brick wall moths cling to illumination, in light they drown rain washes down gurgling drain a flower for you...a shower for the few overgrown. overbearing. over there staring wishing and waiting, withheld breath fainting wanting for the petals that shall never fall...

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...what then does forgiveness feel like... is it rain falling gently on automobiles? washing away the heat of the day slipping down the windows, blurring sight of stormy skies and what does forgiveness sound like... birdsong in the early light? before the wind can rush through the leaves quiet mornings beneath old trees alas, what does forgiveness taste like... refreshing sip of summer's sweet tea? nourishment to a groaning belly comfort food on frosty winter nights...

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Feb 11

Feb 11, 2026 at 1:04 AM UTC

Mobius

How she felt

...what then does forgiveness feel like... is it rain falling gently on automobiles? washing away the heat of the day slipping down the windows, blurring sight of stormy skies and what does forgiveness sound like... birdsong in the early light? before the wind can rush through the leaves quiet mornings beneath old trees alas, what does forgiveness taste like... refreshing sip of summer's sweet tea? nourishment to a groaning belly comfort food on frosty winter nights...

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