Spaces
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Wobbling fans clicking
Seconds of life slowly ticking

They pass by the hundreds
Built on fleeting essence
Temporal phosphorescence
Never to return

On the run
Powering through the void

Viewed from afar
Jumbled masses of scattering light
Muted noises
Instants
One after the other
Colliding atop the last
Second after second
Molecules of time
Creating spaces
Between us all

know the chaos in my being
ignore the wild in my heart
no earthly eyes are seeing
you may be a part

feel my pain
hear my words so true
my soul on fire with disdain
that brings me crawling my way back to you
Runaway
Planet
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