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Stalking the formless |
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Collapse, |
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She strings me along... |
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Vapor trails, |
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Disappearing tracks; |
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Entanglement unwinds |
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In threads of golden error. |
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What strange attractors ahead, |
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Lie awake in wait? |
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Crossing this fertile |
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Expanse, |
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To commune with the life-less... |
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Spirit narrative, |
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Rite of passage; |
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Progress is paralysis |
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When poison is my path. |
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I'm laid to rest, |
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Just to rise again. |
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Hell-bent circuits- |
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Shadows speak through the frequencies. |
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Heaven-sent asylum- |
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One psychotic break and the veil recedes. |
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Channeling devastating |
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Revelations of the method |
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From the other side of Somewhere. |
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From the endless halls of Elsewhere. |
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In some mythic story arc I wake; |
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Hand pick your pleasure, feast, then fall from grace. |
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Fabled |
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Decline; |
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Within |
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The text |
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Resides |
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My next |
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Shape Shift |
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Time Slip. |
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Listless, |
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When the hammer drops. |
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To be still, |
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When the narrative breaks down. |
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Holding centre |
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Under shelter |
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Of this altered state. |
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At rest, |
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In the restlessness |
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That was forged |
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In this state of changing phase. |
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All structure failing: |
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God's forsaken sanctuary. |
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In field of view |
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Her solid state |
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Our passing tryst |
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Just melts away |
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Sublimate |
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The Great Divide |
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The Grand Design |
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Defected |
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Solidify |
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The Great Divide |
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Our cells collide |
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The Grand Design |
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Deserted- |
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Demiurges running free. |
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Arcing archangels- |
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Only resonate out of sympathy. |
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Summoning shocking |
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Demonstrations of the method |
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From the chambered heart of Nowhere |
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(Where the feedback feeds on echoes). |
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Baiting the feral |
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Demise, |
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On the heels of Culture... |
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Another crippling analysis, |
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Unraveled |
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Dreams now interpret me, |
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At the trail's end of this |
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False Awakening. |
