Aeon Speak
If you were hands
deep inside yourselves,
would you discover
how you save your state
of deformation in spirit
and soul.
Corruption sound waves,
data that you won't use;
give or take? The language
is built
on pillars
of fake.
Can you truly stop the muscle in your head
that makes it all worth a damn?
Cliche, theater.
Never ending synergy,
triangulate. Black and white.
Heroics to conquer
suddenly you don't know which is which.
When all you want to know
is what is your nature outside
of
a
psychic gone wrong,
making what is not.
All you ever
languish upon.
A crimson damper.
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