Luna Manifestation
This gloomy world of outs and ins
With words being
an inter-medium of ideas
With each
fluid motion
A damning movement
so still
A single complex
syllable
A phrase
enforced by expression.
Put for
purpose, probably disproportionately performing.
Translucency
Maybe, a
mellow burgundy you see.
Invert fields
feel for fairness and freedom, quite careless indeed.
The growing pedestal
of difference performs for sense of sight
Direct me to
some sort of growing light.
Haunted by a
rhythm,
An unconscious, fragment of a whisper.
Symbol of an imbalance at the height of illusion.
Dependence
on thoughts created by deception
Irrational,
yet an ability to breathe
Circle spinning
round and round
Eventually
we all come crashing down.
What then?
Who the hell knows.
A
personification of a manifestation
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