Lonely particulates filter into visions of particular
resonant ideas of nondescript placement, in tiers of
respect and dignity.
Fortunes changing descriptions as they alter the fate
of destiny's relativity tonight, in rigid poses of
mediocrity and slight deviations of electric mind
phases.
Magnetically tied to stratospheres, hanging loosely
in greyest of matter, awaiting stringent thoughts to
coalesce all lonely particulates, not strengthened by
nooses of life.
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