Tempo of rhyme that has a distinct
taste of perpetual numbness.
Where the rhythm of our moments
counted down in numeric breathes.
Antiquated concepts as in the fluidic
verses of where we are,
Where we were,
and our culmination.
Momentary between noise and silence.
We are all constructs of visible passing,
within all are finite chimes
in the existence in eternity.
The chimes of passing never really ring,
But shatter within, ending our time.
Apr 9, 2018
Apr 9, 2018 at 7:20 AM UTC
Tempo of rhyme that has a distinct
taste of perpetual numbness.
Where the rhythm of our moments
counted down in numeric breathes.
Antiquated concepts as in the fluidic
verses of where we are,
Where we were,
and our culmination.
Momentary between noise and silence.
We are all constructs of visible passing,
within all are finite chimes
in the existence in eternity.
The chimes of passing never really ring,
But shatter within, ending our time.
