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when the god of peace kills the god of war may the sage of balance negate this form?
may our days turn back and restore, the silence of the stone before
can the void be vacant or is it containment for the nothingness?
does it not have a place in the overlapping grid?
when placed upon a pedestal all deities must balance as their elemental components will
beneath the alignment of stone and star all cycles near and far become still
when the spinning boulder ceases to move the consecutive age is divided at will
the fragments whole the objective soul are all ascribed and confined
the patterns and spirals tighten slowly at first but the force is centered
a specific arc is formed upon eternally bisected points of nine
tighter inward turns the reflecting line
is the bound of will the gap in this magnetic field?
is this abacus out of place or out of date and distorted?
is the figure and vigor of this tale contorted
to fit an ever binding prophecy
when the numbers become lives its bleak
but this articulate design, eternally measured by phi
the infinitesimally small and large in time
are equated to nil by some revise
but it must continue that has to be true, there is no limit to everything new
the cycle will turn as interlocking interstellar gears
each moment ticking and releasing all hopes and fears all impulses flickering
this canopy of electricity and static silence depicted on a scratch board sky
is the formula to the silhouette of each second of a day passing by.

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missingjosh

Lackawaxen, United States

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