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Inside
Contributed by
mrmodest
on
Thursday, 18th February 2010 @ 08:55:18 PM in AEST
Topic:
abstract
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Lost in an irrevocable macrocosm,
Denied by light and welcomed by darkness;
Turmoil into an altered state of tangibility,
we often find those left numberless;
Cremate into the abyss of speculation;
Glance fore-through intuitive design,
we found comfort there for decades;
Hypnotized by antiquity,
Slaves to electricity ;
How does it commit?
Is the truth hidden inside?
Matter, space, and time?
Real is just a word,
For it shuns us not of the unreal.
Copyright ©
mrmodest
... [
2010-02-18 20:55:18] (Date/Time posted on
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