Friday, August 12, 2011

Rhyme 21

So cryptically blue
That wide eyed stare
As it permeates through
To a waking nightmare
Reality untouched
No truth, no substance
Crude morals, all rough
And lost in the trance
Now a fissure licks through
Time and space open up
Past and future, as two
Collide in chaotic disrupt
The face melting event
As we rush in to see
Starting where we once were
Ending in what's still meant to be

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