20 Pieces of Time
Textured Fractals
In the pattern of chaos lies the repetition of sanities madness. Growth from seedling to tree reaches forever towards twisting and folding clouds, not knowing why..., just that the warmth from the sky teases towards textures that soil cannot sanctify. When the plumes open to cry onto what lies below, they only understand that for continuation in the plot, they must weep.
Amidst the mountains that struggle against the pressure below, the groan and shifting is only evident in eon's ears. When the anger of the struggle becomes too much to hear, lava flows in destructive and productive rivers, changing the very form it consumes. Until the calm of cooling lulls the trembling into a temporary sleep.
And all and all, the hurdling continues until the relevance is no more, and nothing and no one remains to claim they see, what lies above and below and all extween.
-Excerpt from
Extween of Between
faster and faster, heart beat pumping. parts of this, never make that. chaos in finding your place on the map.
hem the tears in spirit that result in agony realized and trapped in a vault. a river rushes through a valley of thought, eroding the cards of the fortune teller's plots.
split and mend only to split again. save all the pieces left over from the break, sample the latest taste of mistake.
look at the past and see that nothing can change, then look to the future and the choices remain.
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a memory spread like a drop of water on the still of the pond where you acted a martyr, standing inside a wall-less box demanding to know why your rapping won't knock.
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king with no crown dances a jester's jig, and the deeper the hole gets as you forget that you dig.
-Excerpt from
Extween of Between
