Words rush in and out again as moments slip by in time
The mind is quicker then the tongue, quicker then the hand
And memories are lost amongst the sand
Like snow that burns and melts
Consciousness breathing and seething
Undertaken the toll of subconsciousness
As in sleep it dreams awake
Create
Rambled thought leads to rambled words
Leaving a vague sense of meaning in between
As statues speak so loud and clearly
Sways in the breeze of entanglement
And solitude partakes the stand or integrity
The every lasting
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