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ratchet rank boiling tank a seaping cauldron a set out plank down the hatch through the doors in spite of sanctum we do endure the love and lust it comes with suffering respute the feeling transcend, report on all or nothing with wills and with worry we seldom seek hurry something draws me near this door pressed to my ear awoken, startled at the sight reach out and finish this battle ends the fight

A man passed by a half-century since the age of the writing of this letter A late-night reading Among the darkness, hunched over an old oak desk A letter for my former self (A reply to the letter for the dependent) It has come to my attention that you are not fully aware of the words you speak. It seems to me that you should reflect upon them for a while longer, as I have done, until you preclude the indicitive characteristics to a cup of coffee which has been left to rest. Though I still agree with the importance of your aforementioned virtue, fortitude, I do believe I would add an addendum to this story. It is this coffee (And I will a

promises laid to swamps casting stones into the lake faces unseen in the waters reflection muck and haze, nothing is seen in the wreckage looking to the sky to see the wake nothing remains as one side sees not the other staring too long, eyes burn

frigid warmth as doors close and the light grows this chill evokes tingled skin softly touched by warm hands, the truth of the past has only but sunk in again we try to find the one--concilate one's needs--both biological and psychological let the worst come and remain what may, seldom truth till death decay lost for prophecy and debt to lose, float on a river bend, not the beginning nor the end

the past life of a time keep fixing clocks, ticking--tock this gentlemen's agenda is one of simple obsession the passing of time, life's disintegration is a game aware of nothing, in past life from dust to sand--this little man nothing changes except the time when we blame him, we rarely find the truth a truth so old it has a name of the old, we will lament until the day we all grow the same the wise, the wiser despise, i reprise here little man knocking knack--knock-knock the tone slightly changes as the world is impacted so are our exchanges when the time comes we will refrain from this until that day, our lesson changes

dirty, filthy, and insane. laughing, flirting, cut to chorus. chain smoking to calm the nerves chain smoking to calm the hurt this life is not a mystery these words are not a riddle dirty, filthy, insane, laughing, flirting, refrain another level they are told it feels better about itself as it crushes the living one's soul and convinces itself that it's work is for the greater good inflicting wounds swipe the skin to let it go inflicting wounds improve the blood flow dirty, filthy, and insane. stupid, slutty, revolting and inane. so we refrain chain smoking to calm the nerves chain smoking to calm the hurt can't stand to

[[time]] We are all slaves to our clocks We wake for them, We work through them, and We do as they dictate. MANDATED! Standardized! (victimized?) I envisage a world with one less bind I wish a world without clocks, calendars, birthdays and without new years. Where the passage of time is voluntary; Where death and rebirth are nonobligatory; Where we wake from the dusk and we sleep to the dawn; Where we choose our own destinies--our own dawns and our own dusks I wish a world without deadlines, curfews, appointments, and without reservations. We are all prisoners to our ancient rituals--we are obsessed with the pasage of this fundam

[no control--forced perception] take on the top build it up lets go, or not too tired to care struggle for the choice wiggle for the voice let go and lose control let go, abused soul [confrontation--challenge thought] strike me across the face as you strike a pose belittle my rational ways so you can feel a little less pain lost lives and learned lessons forge the new light countermanded and over plight we see the scenes dimly glowing they change the ways we think we change; [foresee--completion] i foresee a future with no bounds hiding from the world a microscopic anomaly with which nobody is displeased anamorphic and

i forsee a future with no bounds hiding from the world a microscopic anomaly with which nobody is displeased anamorphic and aeroponic i can't seem to stay rooted with reality this is the release, we escape the cables are cut and these parts are unhinged no binds, no restrictions, i'm alone in this scene when humanity meets biology theres far less chemistry and far beyond imagination we can part our seas this is the beginning of an ending, which, must be told, is endless. nondescript the page is blank life's binds are freed.

strike me across the face as you strike a pose belittle my rational ways so you can feel a little less pain lost lives and learned lessons forge the new light countermanned and over plight we see the scenes dimly glowing they change the ways we think we change;