Shining arcane fish
blister the concrete mind.
The solid stupid.
The flexibility we lost is
an icy sting with a rythmn.
A sacrafice for shuning nature.
She whispers
the cold truths in it
for us...
The little rays of light?
They slick WIDE your vision
of what you can be,
and what you aren't.
And what can one do?
There is no recompense for such a force,
there is no treasure map,
only the BLINDed fish.
only the too little pond.
Aug 30, 2017
Aug 30, 2017 at 1:14 AM UTC
Shining arcane fish
blister the concrete mind.
The solid stupid.
The flexibility we lost is
an icy sting with a rythmn.
A sacrafice for shuning nature.
She whispers
the cold truths in it
for us...
The little rays of light?
They slick WIDE your vision
of what you can be,
and what you aren't.
And what can one do?
There is no recompense for such a force,
there is no treasure map,
only the BLINDed fish.
only the too little pond.
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