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I've been lost at the gates ever since conception, middle of a 4-stop intersection with a mouth full of questions, muffled moans and groans sublimate my message, diluting the essence, fragmented and pinned down to the dissection tray, with blurred vowels and words contrived to a sentence. The surgeon contains the lesson beneath his shivering hands, carried across his stuttering voice high strung shattered memoirs, depicting conflicting moments of clarity and calamity, shaking and swerving amongst the wavelengths, searching for an ear to rest in. Blind and burned from the giving hands of deception, greeted by synthetic smiles and idle eyes, confronting and critiquing confidential trials, spoken words in tongue, gasping dry air and stale smoke with hacks and coughs, collapsing a lung. Solved the puzzle, 10 down and 10 across, pervading and staining blank white cubes, with lines and dots invading, crude man made brain-teasing tubes, revealing the question through the only answer: Relentless reflection.
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Feb 15, 2010
Feb 15, 2010 at 12:03 PM UTC
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I've been lost at the gates ever since conception, middle of a 4-stop intersection with a mouth full of questions, muffled moans and groans sublimate my message, diluting the essence, fragmented and pinned down to the dissection tray, with blurred vowels and words contrived to a sentence. The surgeon contains the lesson beneath his shivering hands, carried across his stuttering voice high strung shattered memoirs, depicting conflicting moments of clarity and calamity, shaking and swerving amongst the wavelengths, searching for an ear to rest in. Blind and burned from the giving hands of deception, greeted by synthetic smiles and idle eyes, confronting and critiquing confidential trials, spoken words in tongue, gasping dry air and stale smoke with hacks and coughs, collapsing a lung. Solved the puzzle, 10 down and 10 across, pervading and staining blank white cubes, with lines and dots invading, crude man made brain-teasing tubes, revealing the question through the only answer: Relentless reflection.
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Feb 15, 2010
Feb 15, 2010 at 12:03 PM UTC
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