Mirrors between us, projections of time and space utterances by one device of inevitable iteration come, go on, over to gone, been blast off away that far far into our outer undeniable depths comparators echoing screams which are silent not to us, but the machine restlessly waiting in front of us separated by its own projections in front of us from us.
A white being unbroken, thus ever unalive and swallowedΒ Β are our unborn corpses cast as the die exhales its final measurement of our fate drawn in, within the unknown of a shivering engine a cold, vibrating steel howling the soundless cries around us one howling cries echoes around us.
Wailing, screeching, tearing is this chaos created appearing from fading vectors fragmented what each of us might have become divorced from our unity, embraced by a void segments segregated, tormented is not what was us, but what is approaching past a thin line of timeless horizons shaking eventfully everything eventually evened out by the everytime of a confusing sublime torn to the now concentrically presented and falling,
fell
fallen apart, right into place where we belong in a long-lasting reincarnation the construct was broken sheer pressure among all of this life and the mirror forsaken, reality puzzled in jigsaws of a tangential life that is keeping up, up above with us these sirens heartbreakingly luring, vengeful heralds when given a listen, preferably twice.
They listen A heartbeat so restless, reminiscing speechless possibilities that we never were ceasing to bear within us we listen those shining organic shadows which are lurking obviously beneath us with each of those soulbound within us the itching of shocks unwiring them within us and so we have spoken finally freeing the fine shards, refracted fractal prismatic beauty once meant to be failing projected from closely within us out of us.