Sanctuarily begetting instant gratification of lifetime ideas
through night-like dreams.
Quiescently figuring the density of perpetual eventuality,
committing the essence of totality to the entire universe of
of the mind.
Watching neutrality parade down highways paved with iridescent opalness of opacity.
Traveling tranquilly throughout stapled lines, stitched in
cloth of silken ebony, laced with the mime of truthfulness
and set in diamonds.
Mountainous ravines set in beautiful foggy scenes, providing
the equality of inert specialties.
Covered in nets, wrapped covetously inside of domestic minds,
awaiting the benefits of fulfillment.
Setting suns, orange gilded, preciously preserved for seconds
at a time and placed memorably upon pages of greyest matter.
Willowing out onto the verge of anticipation, a childlike
shadow sits waiting, hoping for an end to torment daily.
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