Season of Mind., by Stoned Immaculate Subscribe to rss feed for Stoned Immaculate

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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2007-04-20 01:51:54Angel of Music
nice :)