when it lights up, and it isn't you...
and it's not. and it won't be.
I strain through the cloudy ether-
struggling to translate those fragmented strands,
crystalize them into some sense
but the swirls, and the void-
it's impossible to detangle
I see the shining pillar through the mist
but the fog around it-
is that your doubt, or is that the ultimate truth?
why did...?
maybe it's time I stopped...
tilting at windmills.
Sep 29, 2014
Sep 29, 2014 at 11:17 AM UTC
when it lights up, and it isn't you...
and it's not. and it won't be.
I strain through the cloudy ether-
struggling to translate those fragmented strands,
crystalize them into some sense
but the swirls, and the void-
it's impossible to detangle
I see the shining pillar through the mist
but the fog around it-
is that your doubt, or is that the ultimate truth?
why did...?
maybe it's time I stopped...
tilting at windmills.
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