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[sikdragon]

pivotting on a silvery axis-
shifting as he sorta relaxes-
the time changes forward-
wasting these precious moments-
sinuous damaged components-
bred to blacken atonements-
breaking flax, string shone it-
which of these has the capacity-
to keep the feeling held in deep-
what possibility has there underneath-
what need could be so bleak-
and yet the feeling is mutual-
between these great entities-
the line in the sand manifests-
it pesters and gets across-
the meaning to universally obscene-
and yet the abysmall enmity-
has grown firery as a fungus-
in darkness it festers the earth-
a green glow upon it shed a sonnet-
of fear-
the unknown has taken its toll-
the rare taken road-
inlike the turn pike-
was raided and blind-
as he stated in the rewind-
benders of lenders, spenders are free-
the field's tenders rely upon the earth-
to pay their fee-
but of all these there is one dice rolled-
one chance deciding-
one choice made-
the chain reaction of a single movement-
destruction or improvement-
all we see of reality is a space utterly-
small and weary of this entirety presently-
taken aback the funnel scope sees-
how the world is for a split second-
and that judgement rest entirely-
on the shoulders of the seer-