The dulling light forgets my identity
A diminishing floor escapes beneath me
In my eyes Disintegrating
In my mind Intoxicating
Drifting towards
something
something known
But forgotten is the known
Visualizing Imperfections
Revealing Contradictions
Truth is
When I Fly
I see
What is blind
Feb 15, 2014
Feb 15, 2014 at 5:14 PM UTC
The dulling light forgets my identity
A diminishing floor escapes beneath me
In my eyes Disintegrating
In my mind Intoxicating
Drifting towards
something
something known
But forgotten is the known
Visualizing Imperfections
Revealing Contradictions
Truth is
When I Fly
I see
What is blind
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