What Goes Around...
Restless shaking
is all that divides
the two equal realms
that exist between
heaven and hell,
between sleep and
slumber;
the utmost plane
sought to by the
Shroud himself,
creeping inside
the Gates of Peter,
influencing free will
and leg-locked choice.
Time passes like a
youngsters basketball
through traffic, with
brooding afterthoughts;
yet praying the wet
road dries,
the car grows ABS,
or the driver had one less
beer than he thought.
Loose ends entangle
themselves in the "Patient Spider's"
web,
because eventually
the soul-searching moth will fly
towards the light,
creating ****** out of
ignorance.
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