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this loose grasp of reality
a feeble attempt at connection
im
not
on
the
same
wavelength
to be judged, looked at, pushed around
never quite understood
more to say, more to teach
but all that fades in
superficial scratches on the stained glass
no, i know
mary magdelaine was a
w
hor
e
but were so much more, artificial attempts
at proving a worthiness of acceptance, approval
dont fulfill our entire shells, the stereotypes, the molds
heres one more day to make it look the same
at a different place, this was never my world
your world kept killing me,
cant focus, this loose grasp of a concept
of reality
no, this
is not
what
i
need
160, 380, 90 degrees, whatever the angle
its time for the change
time always catches back
up
this must be the time, this must be the time
but which time is it, which time is it for?
enveloped in all realities
this life you think yourself into, think yourself out of
the world or the spirit
mother nature or earth
science or story time
good or evil,
take your pick.
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