Flipping, twisting and tumbling,
down these pages colored with words,
tasting their flavors of honey, or chili or a juxtaposed blend of the two,
I crunch knowledge and pick out the quotes between my teeth,
ideas flow through my veins,
and I'm spitting up blood,
the sharks eagerly bid me to come swim,
but I drown on the shore,
the air too thick with silence,
the boiling passion overflowing,
leaving the floor corroded.
Falling, turning and stumbling,
down this flight of birds,
tasting the stewing agony and elation, a special brew,
I munch contraversy and on the window hang a wreath,
idiosyncrasies clog my arteries, and it pains,
and I'm looking for my pulse, my confusion like a flood,
the eagles eagerly bid me to come fly, I try on a whim,
but I crash into the door,
the air too close to the lens,
the scope of my vision, perception's towing,
leaving with my so heart overloaded.
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A Gaze Through My Reality-scope
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