sábado, 7 de novembro de 2026

Further those pray hands become time

 Gotten inside somehow
I dont know how long I've been here
Seems cozy enough
Thick jelly like walls
Holding these hopes desires illusions
The dream membrane
In somehow
Sitting with elbows on knees and pray hands until I become like time

Yes indeed,
many shadows hover in the background
For a taste of what I really am
What am i but a gatecrasher?
A man who shouldn't be inside your head
Wandering up and down
Through your bungled maps and flight paths

reasoning owned by emotion
Logic that coffee blot shape
Uneven borders different shades of stain

Over time I rush yet stay put
hissing in the paradox
Cozy inside the jelly shell
proding thoughts
provoking feeling
Digging in and camping deep inside you
chasing meaningless lights
symbols for mysteries you mind wants to ignore

reasoning as you do
sense is not found here
The sink inky black remnants
Of  half drunken coffee
Poured out

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