Sometimes the clockwork extracts and is presented in my observation, viewing the limited and time decay-edness of our mortality and I feel the sentimentality as the cogs move each other along. In concentrated songscapes, through the ventilated air tubes of my mechanism. Emotional condensation more of a metaphor, though agonizing and overwhelming, I am endeared to the notion of being a part of this essential Nonsense. Perceiving the ridiculous of the persevering of ‘unnatural’ forms, then recognizing them in my own patterns..
I am the sharp angled sphere
That which is the object of my revolution
My enemy is the objection from within
Spin this wheel of contradiction
The sphere revealed in acceptance
The sphere revealed is acceptance
Release the shield, unveil protection
Caught aflame, refuse the smolder
Eternal bolder built illumines
Sunrise appraised by novel mind
Repeal time with absorption
Now is the holy potion
Nov 12, 2020
Nov 12, 2020 at 10:19 PM UTC
Sometimes the clockwork extracts and is presented in my observation, viewing the limited and time decay-edness of our mortality and I feel the sentimentality as the cogs move each other along. In concentrated songscapes, through the ventilated air tubes of my mechanism. Emotional condensation more of a metaphor, though agonizing and overwhelming, I am endeared to the notion of being a part of this essential Nonsense. Perceiving the ridiculous of the persevering of ‘unnatural’ forms, then recognizing them in my own patterns..
I am the sharp angled sphere
That which is the object of my revolution
My enemy is the objection from within
Spin this wheel of contradiction
The sphere revealed in acceptance
The sphere revealed is acceptance
Release the shield, unveil protection
Caught aflame, refuse the smolder
Eternal bolder built illumines
Sunrise appraised by novel mind
Repeal time with absorption
Now is the holy potion
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