Slow plain- the frittering looms
Questions that interrupt you
Short house in a smoke-filled room
Quests young when it was all clear blue
Borrowed some time in the elevator dry mop
Freeze frames, then they all begin to pop
Love stands inside to make the heart stop
Knowledge from weakness strengthens when you opt
This path we’ve distorted along our way
Is itching for mood and not from what we say
Our rain shower shutters like magic we convey
The brain washed effect is producing wordy decay
All those hunters flocking on the field
Enchantment profoundly stalking the yield
The warrior is the shadow, a performance to wield
Preying on formless infinity without using a shield
Willfully gazing into a dream…

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