Don’t ask me what this means, as I wrote this during a period of time whereas my mind was convoluted and in disarray. I do believe I understood it then as I wrote it, but now, I am grasping as to the why and what of then, and that is now.
Silent Song 2019-013
Mindless melodies contorted with rhyme,
Playing parodies in the present time
Lingering lyrics float in the air,
Stating sentences of a care, a dare
Fractural fibers leap in sine
Creating chaos in the mind of mine
Wandering wisps of static substance
Forever lost, but not forgotten.
Peace,
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