Determined by fugue of ideas, allergic to static inquiry, stabilized
thru wires of light forced into thunder blast, I’m a running being agonizing till
death eventually appears. Escapes are rare and tricky, falsity floats over me
in dusty foam of illusion. Trying to correlate the mingled ideas of ghostly into
forming the bubbles of multi-verses of almost infinite possibilities. Reduced
frequencies of the Universe in its infancy provide inspiring considerations of
waves breaking the shore of consciousness. Waiting for a new dooming in the
nightmare of daily, hoping to realize that is only a dream by my regularly loud
clock beating.
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