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Nov 2019
Uneducated matter
Accidentally evolving flat tires
And when we stop the spirals spin
To the ground;
Our identity we lost track of
In the glow of false moons
Where everything is nothing
And All is consumed.

We already counted the infinite
We already know the answers
The proof is that we are here
Some think the numbers created themselves
And claim that we couldn't do the same
But they have yet to find any thing
And still we remain.

I can light the midnight fire
And see the crosses in every scene
Star showers to serenade
The controller of dreams.

If you catch a bullet and swallow it
Watch it come out the other side
I promise you won't die
You've only found yourself
At a period or comma
The end of a line
The beginning of greater ideas
On the other side
Closure is the one thing you can never have
But is all that you seek
Because you think that an ending can last forever
And maybe it can
And if that is so
You are here
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mc6lm  Behind your eyelids
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