|In waining times
||[Jul. 2nd, 2017|10:32 pm]
In waining times of silhoutte and shadow, ungrasped ideals and experiences pass through the periphery.|
The burning mind ablaze amidst the lifeless landscape of the many unsearching.
Fires never started, firmament untested.
Between voids we dance as the great destructures spiral towards each other void into void.
Sitting out looking and imagining about places that exist as structures the imaginary part seeking and finding the real on the strangess vertex.
Words with reality.
The bending word the breaking word.
Slipstream mindscapes in the minds of metacognitive dreamscapes.
The songs of bards written as stars amongst and infinite cosmos.