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Black holes; the Milky Way of the galactics marooned....
Within their curtain call chambers of Galetorias pretexted signs
Twisting lines; terrestrials always reading into and beyound
Monisms minds spinning about in these vortex pools of thought?!
Grasping at stars to interpret what's not aneath this, Jurrasic mark....
Beastialities within the finest forms carved; bay windows in bizzare
Choices by behemoth spirits which perish amid this moment they starve
Scratching the surface upon foreign times afore shadows descending
To form their eyes these images pretending, to be other than they are!?
While as exhaling this dust of permeatings both near and afar in
Galaxies exploding; knowing that they have been dead for awhile....
And the purple speaks, within tainted poisons gathered along this
The paths of lost; emitting its aura in the wake of these crumbling
Eminent comets, now crashing into the waters of eternals wrath?!
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....“`The Red Planet` * Written ¤ 11•27•08” ¤
Categories:
monisms, faith, love, passion
Form: I do not know?