my soul

the very foundations of understanding is like that of the seeing and what is seen might quite clearly be contorted and abstracted in the face of the beholder lo and behold as the walls do crumble to the shaking quake of the world does take hold coming down in what is left condemned in the past the span is too short we get too enjoy this because we are different and not the same enjoy the building of a paradigm flat desert landscape mirror of time erect something in the nothing the nether flame burning black in rhyme

CuldeSac

What are words without understanding and what is understanding without sense?

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