Perception—
Endless detection
What’s a little manipulation?
Boredom,
it’s too much
Fun?
that sucks.
Pass the time until oblivion,
knowing the sun will still come
Even when done;
Bending blues and shifting hues
Dark always gets its due
Too much and it’s a shift of the axis
The world keeps spinning but it’s never the same
Trapped in an interstellar hurricane
Smoke in the rain mixing with brains
Inhale as if it’s the last day
End of Poem.
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