To display the epitome of all that you see would be too cumbersome for me a preferential logic has
become a self-effacing reality when we
act with an invisible weapon implicit freedoms impaired from where their composite positions
were coordinated to belong when divinely initiated by the man behind the machine.
When the atoms split moments into motion between their dark hemispheres and simple solutions; yes or no an echo, or a fantasy, or maybe in that realm
away from the stupid menagerie between the spectrum, a secret rage false memories of a
thoughtless crime of wars unwritten.
It was just too complex to erase too macro-cosmic to rectify with imagery alone; to testify against their forbidden trajectory replaced and this is all we
will ever get again the geometric nature of an unknown place;
too late those who could realize this disorder
this enigmatic explosion, a master-less hoax,
and now our own redemption she was shaken as she woke from yesterday's laughter and this future's slaughter;
in their brave celebration feeling betrayed by the miraculous She saw them changing their shapeless identities as they raged war on creations from their prophetless properties enlightened and prescribed the infinite fantasy.
This new existence we have been programmed we are and what they perceived was not what she recalled
when she woke them from their ringing inceptions their men, the callous warriors those deviations-
she saw someone else between the bars; her happiness was like the dance of an incredible star.
because to her there is something more because time has stopped the world before I am spiraling diving down, and now one that I have found bravery in this power, that willful indifference could not shield you
from inherit perseverance in the face of your interfering song why do I hold the key of a master who turned me inside out as he looked past to her through his tortured nemesis.
If they only knew, the curse that she woke them; I called her destiny You don't know how far I fell to bring a nation; I won't kiss and tell I won't rescue you, trinity unlock those bloodless chains with my imagination so free that made no sense to the population a colorful pin wheel, a morning bell an unheard canon he's folding a paper plane into the sky sailing across that universal horizon illustrative of an immaterial heir and these unicursal reversals,
we grasp to know were strategies to undermine mediated theories of truth not to realize duplicities; your foreign enemies behind a veil, that it was not
complicated, nor too simple to grasp as the future is opened, is widening for you at last as nocturnal as the lovers who breathed through the outlet in the wall
as real as the one day you believed
that machine was one and all.