Coping in the symbolic cave
Of symmetric chaos,
Enslaved me to how to save me
From the fateful absurdity,
From the guilt made coercion
That I was faltering,
To a lecturing certainty
And yet I was mattering,
Matter of act only
In a family of entropy.
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Interesting! Not your usual sense of figure and color. Or rather a camouflaged version of it.
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Bloody Brilliant ❤ ❤ ❤
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