Understanding anything

I spend some time on ittrying to get a line on itand realiseit’s beyond my control. Comprehension isan opening in which to receive inthose things that you start to believe in,things not necessarily true. I go back and reviewthose things I thought thatI knewspending more of my daywatching it whittle awaystill tryingstill dyingto get a…

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The cuckoo

That clock’s looking sick losing its tick and time’s running out. But to be aware to know time is not real and was never there eases the dread of waking up dead. If this is a parallel universe running parallel with every other universe, how could we tell if we’re in the heaven of one…

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in loco parentis

My attention span is barely long enough to bridge the gap between two firing neurons, (John’s on one) but long enough to traverse the universe, I build atoms, sink fathoms and lay cables on the seafloor, jump canyons with abandon to make atoms on which to build on, Sometimes like usually most times and at…

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Mach 2.4

The closer we get to get closer to be is a s close as we get to being free. is that a paradox? what’s that anyway? just a difference of opinion? I’m trying to figure out what it is that I’m trying to figure out is there an equation that equates to that situation? Letters, I’m…

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It was never ready anyway

Waiting for the sun to start its dance across the Northern sky and wondering the way I do what is it makes me think of you? and all you really have to do is be there for me every day with light to guide me on my way. I dream and nothing’s real, but all…

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Ponders on

The distances between the galaxies rotating in my extremities are extremely small. I fall into several obscure categories which are deep enough to drown me. Where are the stars to light my way? A universe inside my head dying dying almost dead the darkness blends in with the night that bends in through the door…

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Starred

You can drink me in and lip sync me out I love it when you’re all about me. my shoulder to cry on to live and to lean on to cry on to die for the reason I try more and more for. She plants a kiss on me a scented blossom tree senses running…

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The Neptune queue

I take a breathing space to find my place somewhere out there, just in case I run out of time. The needle points less to pointless pleasure, I stick it to me what joy, what treasure. On the carousel I go round the circus we call hell and can you tell me why this is…

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