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A vast trench happens to my right, A grey scale area that shadows by night, The source of its presence is not of its own, And would likely dissipate if 'twas left alone Outclassed by its brother that resides aloft, The border is clear but the resemblance is not, Every shade on the spectrum is there to behold, And all of the sweet tales you've ever been told Nightfall beckons crevices grow dark, As the shadows thicken left side plays part, Dancing with darkness only imagination would dare, Playing with fire Take reign of the flare Grey matter grey stone cold lifeless and smooth, Must continue to function Synapses through groove, Storing all logic threads memories with seams, Holds nothing original overthrown by dreams The side that never sleeps illumination glimmers with brilliancy, Creativity runs rampant developed no further than infancy, Discouraged by elders suppressed by the sage, Who thinks it sensible to keep this treasure encaged Who’s wisdom we question to feed right side with answers, The unknowns parallel prefer singers and dancers, Who chant the melody we'd rather discern, Listen to your left brain and see what you learn
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Jan 28, 2014
Jan 28, 2014 at 5:37 PM UTC
Cranium Canyon
A vast trench happens to my right, A grey scale area that shadows by night, The source of its presence is not of its own, And would likely dissipate if 'twas left alone Outclassed by its brother that resides aloft, The border is clear but the resemblance is not, Every shade on the spectrum is there to behold, And all of the sweet tales you've ever been told Nightfall beckons crevices grow dark, As the shadows thicken left side plays part, Dancing with darkness only imagination would dare, Playing with fire Take reign of the flare Grey matter grey stone cold lifeless and smooth, Must continue to function Synapses through groove, Storing all logic threads memories with seams, Holds nothing original overthrown by dreams The side that never sleeps illumination glimmers with brilliancy, Creativity runs rampant developed no further than infancy, Discouraged by elders suppressed by the sage, Who thinks it sensible to keep this treasure encaged Who’s wisdom we question to feed right side with answers, The unknowns parallel prefer singers and dancers, Who chant the melody we'd rather discern, Listen to your left brain and see what you learn
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shane-fanning
Irish
Jan 28, 2014
Jan 28, 2014 at 5:37 PM UTC
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