Mind Powers
What I’m saying.
What is decaying.
I have enough at home.
Feeling sad as that dome.
The office building over there.
Is as strange as hair.
There could be enough.
But treasure chests are tough.
Mind powers.
They told us it would only take hours.
Take as much paper as you want to.
It’s true.
I had mind powers on my mind.
They told me there’s something stagnant to find.
Like a moldy monster.
Or a dumpster.
It’s true.
The office building is blue.
Coffee, dust, and doom.
There’s such thing as a living room.
Metallic abilities which connect them around.
Living things, ants, and a dumping ground.
Mind powers are the structures which give them time.
There’s isn’t much more slime.
That’s what I’m saying.
That’s what’s decaying.
It’s true, sometimes.
All my mental finds.
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