Its all closing in on me again
A million different portals
A million different sorrows
A million different smiles
A million different sins
Exponentially laughing in spite
Everything rolls along
Aligning in paths
So words to remind you that everything shall pass
Dont hang upon dear hangups
Breathe again alas

It only means what you want it to mean.
Your filter reduces existential trivialities into palatable persuasion.
Its the feeling youre searching for in the electric pulse hidden in the cavernous home of your mind
One more before i go.
Fleeting as can be.
Foregone be thy womb my friend
Foregone be thy interpreted void...

Just keep going if only in spite of a vision you're holding to get through the fleshy hours ahead. Despair comes crumbling your world as its named and fueling the fire of the credence that came from the tinder of spirit and the concept of soul. You live in your sea and swim in yourself watching the waves curl with the frenzy, have you seen it, has it come out of the spirals impending, the spirals through and through. I seen it coalesce eating alone, a woman and child together at large, teaching eachother how to combat the sickness. Motion and emotion the child goes to school learning from others becoming a persona. Building a Tomb for history to be kept under the earth the rest will be swept. The mother and son in this case are not real but behind the veil it leaps out revealed. As a binary orbit in the night as it stands is just an illusion and a good one id say, to be a product of a lie, ill just have to live in spite...

Allusions and its art, shifting currents belabor corrupted by carbons and here we are, you and I, together in this moment. You and me, me and you, fostering an image of some kind of hope, that humans can know one another, finding something deeper rooted in something real. Is this possible, you tell me. Only a few can i say i have known, passed the facade of what has been grown. Into the thicket of the neural gardens of freudian tri state of being. So much nothing inside so little to ******* know. Do you wish to know, do you...

I hear gunshots and siren, envisioning the fear of a city of sidewalk, of a city too far passed the break, drowning. Its a subtle reminder of duality so constantly ******. This is all i can say without schism of mind, listlessly flowing. Do i ignore realities or stand up against. Ill just get ****** i suppose...

The human condition so fragile, so vain. The monopoly on living the exploitation of pain and all the little things that gather in rain. Finite of words, infinitely held in the structure. And the children will wake with the sun, becoming the rabbit, becoming the run, between the obscure lined up with the pun. I thought that i knew but nothing is known, just a shot in the dark, an equation of all, the numbers expressed as a man on his ball...

The weary vibrations expelled a name given to me by my mother. I heard the familar sound enunciated in contracting cords, summoned by the computational *****, fueled by the elemental product. Weve lost the way we made we started the program without knowing the coding.
Mimic the mirrors sulled parallels, ghostly and thermodynamic the willow doth grow and visions wilt with the snow, the seasons dictation inside of your voice, syllable sounds of a name