Left behind by the incandescent filth of man. Space ruined by time and want. The pleasures of knowledge take over and consume. The processes become forgotten and the bills pile up. Gold glitter and shiny things.
Dye it down.
The conversation halted there. and I quote.
The perceptions invade the senses and the nothingness resumes.
Get gone, get out.
Be heard, by yourself.
© m.f. /Roxywaters Jan. 2011
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