Season of Mind., by Stoned Immaculate
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Our bodies rove sublimely
in our own capacity of mind
nonce, no words are needed
perennial beings, lax and limitless
We cast, cursorily
across the macrocosm
entities, all are extinct
only, soley, yourself and I; incessant
hereafter, cease our ambience of earth
living this realm
regarded, repinely, to await for the one-two
destination; no, our end is only null |
Posted: 2007-05-24 22:07:34 UTC |
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