Who we are now being the toll taken,
On behalf of each moment we relapse- the mind's Choir,
Transformations, now; until we cease to be
In position's symptomatic with abandon desire .
From the first awakening to the sighted's sleepless death-
We're bent under times unbearable weight, between each of the two,
I wont lose something beneath heaven's breath, worse,
Than the reluctant, peculiar, perfection of you.
Mar 13, 2025
Mar 13, 2025 at 7:32 PM UTC
Who we are now being the toll taken,
On behalf of each moment we relapse- the mind's Choir,
Transformations, now; until we cease to be
In position's symptomatic with abandon desire .
From the first awakening to the sighted's sleepless death-
We're bent under times unbearable weight, between each of the two,
I wont lose something beneath heaven's breath, worse,
Than the reluctant, peculiar, perfection of you.
