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Feeling Physics


Gravitationally drawn colors
wind through time
emanating torrential doom
and simultaneous spice
of a frost seasoned evening
of depth through glass ceilings
built with imaginary barriers of fear
and groping
angry niggered lies
weave their demise
falling quickly to never escape
the lonely black holed eyes
piercing infinite spacetime.

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Professional Dreamer

This is not  the  world. This is  my  world. I just said that. You are a privileged presence. You are arbitrary. Perspective is subjective. My  world is objective. Stop interrupting. I have no patience for the faithless. I cry for my dreams. I work for my dreams. I smile for my dreams. I live for my dreams. I'm a professional. No explanation necessary.