Degrees of separation are…
Points within a voided space.
Fluctuations outside of vibrations.
Existence reprimanded by longevity.
Tears that are made real by the pain of another’s reflection…
made manifest by side bars of prophecy.
Nobody recalls knowledge given
over waves torn asunder.
Reciting wisdom of
‚Cause even if we dumb down
testaments of our mind…
of neglecting people
Outside of peace.
Nerve cells from the inktel bleeds.
I passed out.
Woke up on loose leaf…
Sensei replied, „don’t force to the people what the conscious belies, for everything in life is judged by time…and time before time is always time within mind.“
I’d rather have grapes any day inside pies…
Any day inside…
that glass wasn’t clear.
I need another drink.