I seize with calm
giving love to the heart
as I questioned the nature
I elucidate my mature
I not to,
the heart beat
just to speak to the mind
and build theories
that eventually do away with blindness
and a pattern continue to flow endless
I view the vision
that gives all missions
to exceptional memories of pain
and I predicate the mendicants of vein
I listened to strange sounds
of impeccable denegations
then alas, dis-concur with these circumstances
not because I know not my awful delegation
Only because I failed my own hallucinations
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