Articulated Consequence
By Neurosine
Premeditated lives, peeling the steadfast, but penetrable walls, only to discover, yet another...and another. When does it end? Never. Didn't even begin, yet here we are, some way, within, and one and a part of, this inexplicable eternal skin. Knowledge and wisdom lie somewhere within, not only outside. If there is one, it'd be nice to observe it; through a window. For now, it's; skin by skin, self pollution and lies, got to get past that one, a fool fooling a fool, it's another bad reaction, to another self painted disguise. There's texture, and a sense of dimension, we are blind;in a black box, can ill afford lies, or empty conjecture. Everything conceeds, gives way to a greater, and more illusive thing. Again and again and again. Written March 25th, 2002 © on Mar 25 2002 06:20 AM PST, Neurosine 0 • 10
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