Molecules drift asunder, chasing shorelines
The taste for the oceanic boundless cast aside
Predisposed to march forward in time
Individual existence becomes a product of your mind
You couldn't recognize yourself when you saw me
Or that you are every word of every book on your shelf
Fixed on the fractured shells of its body
The mosaic never sees itself
Feb 9, 2013
Feb 9, 2013 at 3:04 PM UTC
Molecules drift asunder, chasing shorelines
The taste for the oceanic boundless cast aside
Predisposed to march forward in time
Individual existence becomes a product of your mind
You couldn't recognize yourself when you saw me
Or that you are every word of every book on your shelf
Fixed on the fractured shells of its body
The mosaic never sees itself
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