Content the ponderous architect who smiles
Imagination had more motivations then him
The strings moving life within veins of digress
Each pouring through the dregs of consciousness
The darkness of warmth - I found it still
Moving within were small efforts of living
Like a womb, its safety swallowed me
Trapped without panic - the comfort somehow simmering
Inside were wondrous things and many dreams
where their outside never lived and deceived
In this place of ideas, they all stood with me
Those glorious visions who never find escape
Oct 28, 2012
Oct 28, 2012 at 10:31 PM UTC
Content the ponderous architect who smiles
Imagination had more motivations then him
The strings moving life within veins of digress
Each pouring through the dregs of consciousness
The darkness of warmth - I found it still
Moving within were small efforts of living
Like a womb, its safety swallowed me
Trapped without panic - the comfort somehow simmering
Inside were wondrous things and many dreams
where their outside never lived and deceived
In this place of ideas, they all stood with me
Those glorious visions who never find escape
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