A water paint canvas layed out before me
And how it bends and sways with a natural aesthetic
Sensation is wonderful- yet, Curious to why we see?
And how majestic a catarac stare would be
An Organic exsistence with no visual influence
Drifting through perception in an absent lucence
Constructing a world in your own minds eye-
like a life like game in a virtual pervade
One could find luxury in a simple pig sty
Hearing only rumors of the turning sky
Character would be a conception so profound
The persuasion of Vanity - nothing but sound
Re-building this earth into your own image
From dust to form and beauty to wreckage
Nov 5, 2013
Nov 5, 2013 at 11:42 AM UTC
A water paint canvas layed out before me
And how it bends and sways with a natural aesthetic
Sensation is wonderful- yet, Curious to why we see?
And how majestic a catarac stare would be
An Organic exsistence with no visual influence
Drifting through perception in an absent lucence
Constructing a world in your own minds eye-
like a life like game in a virtual pervade
One could find luxury in a simple pig sty
Hearing only rumors of the turning sky
Character would be a conception so profound
The persuasion of Vanity - nothing but sound
Re-building this earth into your own image
From dust to form and beauty to wreckage
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