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Behind funereal lights My eyes dim the day How I walk on my way As the Observer Set far bereft With the tenures of death My presence inflects The Observer But silhouette smiles Began to deject For 24 minutes by the fire And tears more profound Than the breadths which inspire Melded with the waves of the sound Reflection, Oh reflection Who is this man? With a strong brow and real estate eyes Oh, the mirror was wrecked In a spiritual hex Now the only face I can't check is mine Remember, you lovers With roads paved in gold Highways will lead you to suburbs Grounded on earth, Look up to the sky And there you will find The Observer
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Jul 8, 2019
Jul 8, 2019 at 2:38 AM UTC
The Observer
Behind funereal lights My eyes dim the day How I walk on my way As the Observer Set far bereft With the tenures of death My presence inflects The Observer But silhouette smiles Began to deject For 24 minutes by the fire And tears more profound Than the breadths which inspire Melded with the waves of the sound Reflection, Oh reflection Who is this man? With a strong brow and real estate eyes Oh, the mirror was wrecked In a spiritual hex Now the only face I can't check is mine Remember, you lovers With roads paved in gold Highways will lead you to suburbs Grounded on earth, Look up to the sky And there you will find The Observer
I posted this several months ago and it seems to have vanished for some reason!
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Jul 8, 2019
Jul 8, 2019 at 2:38 AM UTC
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