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the Manifestation of my Internal Pendulum.
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Thoughts follow, or don't. Or should.
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No fancy moves, no delicate tricks.
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Just Time and I. Ticking. Clicking along.
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We're all timepieces.
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Others do more, better. Louder.
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But I'm okay with not.
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Twirl, turn, another, open.
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Twirl, turn, another, closed.
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Simple. Background.
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Click-Clack goes my mind.
the Manifestation of my Internal Pendulum.
Click-Clack
Thoughts follow, or don't. Or should.
Click-Clack
No fancy moves, no delicate tricks.
Click-Clack
Just Time and I. Ticking. Clicking along.
Click-Clack
We're all timepieces.
Click-Clack
Others do more, better. Louder.
Click-Clack
But I'm okay with not.
Click-Clack
Twirl, turn, another, open.
Click-Clack
Twirl, turn, another, closed.
Click-Clack
Simple. Background.
Click-Clack
Click-Clack
Click-Clack
Click-Clack goes my mind.
Literature
CCCXVII
mist rising
from a morning pond
... those baptized today
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i.
Within blue eyes
anemone and starfish
abound, and seaweed eyelashes
move leisurely with the tides.
At sunset they sparkle,
lined with golden sand
and swirling without a sure direction,
becoming cloudy as a storm brews.
Beware, anger flashes across the surface,
where riptides catch the unwary
ships and sailors, wrecked
and broken amongst its depths.
Only the brave venture in,
attracted by the untameable,
roaring waves and sharp wind.
Eyes stinging, they enter the battle.
Slowly they themselves become blue,
the cold clinging to their skin,
sucking out all their warmth.
Then white as stone,
lips cracked and filled with salt
that leaves a bitter
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Lampades
Forgotten.
Left in the dreg heap of time and history.
Spirits who wander as pale shades of light, in abysmal darkness.
Come, oh daughters of Hekate!
Sing, oh fruits of Nyx!
Rise, oh women of raw identity.
Lay hands upon the Forlorn and outcast.
Soothe the spirits of man burdened.
For as living men tell lies, the Dead tell no tales.
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