Something Permanent
i follow the babble
streams of thought
with a bottom made of gravel
sand and glass melting
from the pressure set down
a deep abyss with strange creations
these libations with a rain sound
look into the pond
then fall right in
sky is the limit
even when dim
justice just a random act
privileges good timing
these beverages a fun fact
when denial has us hiding
a healthy lust for the flesh
the hunger always stays
a number of us pray
a selfie will bless us praise
worship on the big screen
the signal sometimes strong
but only when a wrong
has our happy gone
if i shall not double life
a truth somehow pertinent
i shed this lightly coated sentiment
to struggle for something permanent
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