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Chronology Dynamo(Cogwheel Goddess) Excogitation; twiddling my thumbs… My eyes are glued to the soil beneath me; I shall sink into the mud. The winds embrace my untimely surge of vain equations. My metacarpals have contorted; supplication exhausts my soul. “You my Goddess, who I look to for Time, yes Time and solace“. “Thou shall not reveal to me vicissitudes of vernal decay” “When shall the Great Harvest arrive?” “I ask myself this oh Mother of Divine Infinity; Scythe of Era in the hands of thou.” -When- -When shall my flowering forth arrive from aegis wings?- I sweat; I bleed; I murmur; I fade; I glow; “now what am I?” Translucent in skin; hollow to the core; dying to warp through dimensions; lithe like a sylph. Her diadem is one of metallic gears and bejeweled bolts; a Manufactured Diety of the Glorious Space and Time. Her blade of mascara beautifies those who gaze upon her luminous needle lashes; Her apparel that of disassembled clocks. The sand of the hourglass composes her tears and blood; she bleeds out every second of wasted chronology. Her corona is iridescent and she is one with The Universe. “Ye shall not waste Time, yes, Time, for it is the essence to all things that are and all things that are not!” She speaks to me as the nebulae around her glimmer, adorned with supernovae creating a phantasmagorical and celestial overload. My eyes are clocked with sensory overload; so many colors and luminous neon lights. “Before the collapse of Mother Earth; the Liminal Sphere, you must feed the Galaxies with the brilliance of your heart.” -When the rivers of time run dry- -Act- -Do Not Wait…-    By Sanders M. Foulke III
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Mar 30, 2012
Mar 30, 2012 at 3:50 AM UTC
Chronology Dynamo(Cogwheel Goddess)(Written March 20th, 2012)
Chronology Dynamo(Cogwheel Goddess) Excogitation; twiddling my thumbs… My eyes are glued to the soil beneath me; I shall sink into the mud. The winds embrace my untimely surge of vain equations. My metacarpals have contorted; supplication exhausts my soul. “You my Goddess, who I look to for Time, yes Time and solace“. “Thou shall not reveal to me vicissitudes of vernal decay” “When shall the Great Harvest arrive?” “I ask myself this oh Mother of Divine Infinity; Scythe of Era in the hands of thou.” -When- -When shall my flowering forth arrive from aegis wings?- I sweat; I bleed; I murmur; I fade; I glow; “now what am I?” Translucent in skin; hollow to the core; dying to warp through dimensions; lithe like a sylph. Her diadem is one of metallic gears and bejeweled bolts; a Manufactured Diety of the Glorious Space and Time. Her blade of mascara beautifies those who gaze upon her luminous needle lashes; Her apparel that of disassembled clocks. The sand of the hourglass composes her tears and blood; she bleeds out every second of wasted chronology. Her corona is iridescent and she is one with The Universe. “Ye shall not waste Time, yes, Time, for it is the essence to all things that are and all things that are not!” She speaks to me as the nebulae around her glimmer, adorned with supernovae creating a phantasmagorical and celestial overload. My eyes are clocked with sensory overload; so many colors and luminous neon lights. “Before the collapse of Mother Earth; the Liminal Sphere, you must feed the Galaxies with the brilliance of your heart.” -When the rivers of time run dry- -Act- -Do Not Wait…-    By Sanders M. Foulke III
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Mar 30, 2012
Mar 30, 2012 at 3:50 AM UTC
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