Our being as little growing kid
may have been pretendly settled,
Analyzed, categorized, classified,
although hardly apprehended,
as solely has it really manifested,
altering living surrounding frequencies.
Dimension of mother, beard of male,
Explosion of the orange ball,
a tale we tell ourselves repeatedly,
Hardwired circularity,
alienating past as fictional,
alter experience was instead reality
Ego oblivion twisting to mere vanity,
One grabbing a door ajar at closed mist
Another enforcing a snapshot that doesn't exist.
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Autor:
Mera Gente (Seudónimo) (
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Muy grata la lectura de tus geniales versos en Ingles estimado poeta ay amigo Mera Gente
Saludos de afecto de Críspulo
Grata es la lectura del comentario, estimado Hombre de la Rosa.
Saludos sinceros
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