A literary time bending in the intersection of two worlds.
Let me stir
this pan as i like,
as slow as i could tarry
with this crudeless dichotomy
of a journey and the end,
maybe we could fill up this dish
with cheese, fool around with
alluminium foils sharpened
and shapen into guns
and wait for the sound,
or find validation in revisiting,
find answers in dead hieroglyphics,
still let me steer this wheel
over to a new discovery away from redundancy and seek truth in
the shallow failures, aren't we
all mausoleums of yesterdays?
I hope we all get involve in the dismantling of time. ☺️
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