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That time, When the morning shook me awake with a new set of senses Every pore opened leaving my old body obsolete and breathless It was a great day, filled with glory and dried sweat The sky would tell me tales of gore and criminal's scores The trees sung of warriors that could handle any pest that crept Sun and Moon would prance, ignorant of envious bores It was a great day, rattled with sounds and prattles Even gravel, had its mysteries of wondrous wandering Waters simply grew a face, to smile of silent pondering Grouchy and coarse the soils were, always whining of past battles It was a great day, whistling secrets and flaunting immortality At least that was how the wind would laugh, free and kooky Fires did more whistling, between their cackles and endless dances Then science was rinsed off the creatures to show the paths in their glances Who was I to judge? Woes of consuming spectra Under despot rhyme Then night had fell + My eyes would dwell / My hearts next swell = Still a space to figure, A time to measure: The center of levers:: A fate for lovers: A void...to test
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Jan 16, 2013
Jan 16, 2013 at 12:25 AM UTC
The Void
That time, When the morning shook me awake with a new set of senses Every pore opened leaving my old body obsolete and breathless It was a great day, filled with glory and dried sweat The sky would tell me tales of gore and criminal's scores The trees sung of warriors that could handle any pest that crept Sun and Moon would prance, ignorant of envious bores It was a great day, rattled with sounds and prattles Even gravel, had its mysteries of wondrous wandering Waters simply grew a face, to smile of silent pondering Grouchy and coarse the soils were, always whining of past battles It was a great day, whistling secrets and flaunting immortality At least that was how the wind would laugh, free and kooky Fires did more whistling, between their cackles and endless dances Then science was rinsed off the creatures to show the paths in their glances Who was I to judge? Woes of consuming spectra Under despot rhyme Then night had fell + My eyes would dwell / My hearts next swell = Still a space to figure, A time to measure: The center of levers:: A fate for lovers: A void...to test
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Jan 16, 2013
Jan 16, 2013 at 12:25 AM UTC
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