October 2nd, 2010
ticking is time,
evaluate your prime
for in terms of wakefulness
the arrow of time appears…
and is gone,
a stone wall here,
a symbolic meaning there,
Cruising as Earth, alone in infinite whatever,
a glean or glimpse
magical objectivity, considering the molecule of cure,
as you undoubtedly know,
the secret scroll is lost amongst the sacred sand dunes.
And then again, my reality is warped, and influenced by my habitual consumption.
For I am an electrical entity surrounded by degrading flesh, and a unharmonious realisation,
or indeed perception of what my eyes and brain consider reality.
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