Softly, echoes whisper through my mind, singling out
thoughts awaiting rhyming verse, sanctimoniously
arriving on quaking shores of irreverence.
Compiling logs of effervescent sinowy displays, equipped
with electrical currents of time.
Since outlasting all causes of superior intellect falls
short of complacent historical ideas, manufactured
thoughts falsely send messages of doubt to unending chasms
sought in life.
Sincerity triples, gently folding itself in sheets, draped
over past eras, tantalizing memories, siting on sofas of
reluctant thoughts.
Unending aisles, waking eerily, shadows of distant making,
shortening the eternity of timelessness.
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