Equivalences for dying is bloating the stomach of my starving mind
Body collapses unto itself from sheer battered neglect
I exist within, between revolving, colliding lenses
Concaved shifting through convex intellect and intuition
The future has an ancient heart and mine begins with silent release out of body
Body collapses unto itself from sheer battered neglect
I exist within, between revolving, colliding lenses
Concaved shifting through convex intellect and intuition
The future has an ancient heart and mine begins with silent release out of body
( As the Sky Melts )
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