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The State
Molecular language, we sit in pockets
Somewhere in the unknown universe
Whereabout the wall & floor surface is glass.
The communication of roulette wishes
To be another individual whom we not know
If living or dead that matter can quantify transmutation.
Where in the state of deceased at the point of time warping
Our atoms would cease to be in the time of the game
Having won many times you select an obscure name.
Washing over your body the conductive acid fizzles your skin
Leaving skeletal remains in place as you began to drink assured
Solidified the place in space and time, spiraling into a tunnel
The birth of a screaming child or the death of an old man.
Can we be sure that when one turns from apparent disposition
This doesn't exclude the state of some higher risk, in which astral
Projection places the blue print as chess board of determination?
They're out there somewhere, turning the sand upside down.
"obscure name"
There are, as time moves in decades, many obscure choices of who. Every year a new personae would emerge - time to peel from the chrysalis again and choose another calling. - slc
I do not have sufficient
I do not have sufficient words to describe the beauty of this.
J-Called