Another hollow night of meaningless time spent trying to accumulate hours of sleep...
The clock seems stagnant during those minutes when I close my brain to escape the world
articulated before my eyes -
A world written in such a manner...
that perfect poetry blemishes the manifestation I lay before thee...
This perfect beauty... relevant seemingly only in the realms of language...
Tainting something lost adrift -
Something so pertinent... so... potent... but lost... lost adrift somewhere...
Only to be confined by our fabricated gratification of the meaning amidst the letters b e a u t y... Still resolved extraneously somewhere...
Somewhere lost adrift...
Sep 13, 2012
Sep 13, 2012 at 9:16 PM UTC
Another hollow night of meaningless time spent trying to accumulate hours of sleep...
The clock seems stagnant during those minutes when I close my brain to escape the world
articulated before my eyes -
A world written in such a manner...
that perfect poetry blemishes the manifestation I lay before thee...
This perfect beauty... relevant seemingly only in the realms of language...
Tainting something lost adrift -
Something so pertinent... so... potent... but lost... lost adrift somewhere...
Only to be confined by our fabricated gratification of the meaning amidst the letters b e a u t y... Still resolved extraneously somewhere...
Somewhere lost adrift...
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