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silence

have i met you here before now?

were we once just passengers

in a carnival ride of our youth's

extinct existence?

beyond the dormant ghost towns

of post-transit occupants

the neon lights still flicker

above the burned out restaurant

where our spirits intertwined

for a reason undefined

have disappeared completely

into clandestine premonitions

that depict the future conflicts

built up from the vast pretensions

born by ancestral arrogance

to recreate impatient paragraphs

of speeches claimed to be imperfect

to teach us the duality

of sparratic conciousness

spread out all across the plains

divided by the changing times

passed along the different minds

of parable societies

that give birth to identies

of space and time colliding

intravenously subsiding

into millions of diverse empires

that rise to soon receed

with the ashes of their history

floating outward

back into the salty sea