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Nov 2014
The triangles break the spectrum.
Words are confined delusions
as images wreak havoc. Within
endless spaces, point to point
angles damage our perception.
Snatches of speech escape us.
I mean me. Rows and columns of
the conversations that reiterate
through the transparent silence.
Experience develops through
history, as history develops
through time. Played on loop
on a catchy playlist, this will
never fail to escape me.

The  
       delusions
              within
spaces
escape
                me.
                                 The
                        silence
                                       develops
                         history
As
   time
          will
                fail.
VWilliams
Written by
VWilliams  Canterbury, England
(Canterbury, England)   
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