ungod: the moment where ego fixates on the endoftimes. the declaration of self: a worthless image reflecting light, housing parasites, examining the unexplained, and giving purpose without logical reasoning- illusive magnitude of desperation endowed by assumption and the retaining trait to morph possibility into a determinedstate. actual processes of this moment decline furthur analyzation, infinite gratitude conjoined by an allpowerfulpresencethatpermitsbeautythat lingers between modes of perfectimperfection: a waxandwan: a bond entitled to the most couragoues of beings to build a relationship considered bestrepresentatedbysunandmoon. fearlfulheadcase implores dire solitude so it may relate perceivedexperience to agivenself and outragouesly claim to justify deepermeans: saluting myself to be a twin of tragedy and it's reign of misfortune, terror, and unrighteousness that follows- as if to be forsaken. egodeath or peaceout because this is lamesauce, dont lick the wound which needs no further cleaning ~would love to hear what people think. sorry for the misspelling. all things joined together were intentional. thanks for reading.
so its not a poem? and thank you, sometimes i think my vocabulary sucks.. its sorta about faith, and how sensations alone can create experience so enchanting, and its shared by all things.. its sorta not tho, and about strange duality we as humans putforth in our daily lives, but i dont wanna dig into philosophy.. thanks for responding
scale back, I feel this poem is trying to out do itself every other line. I sense no clarity or direction or even a focal idea or theme. And please unspace the words so they read proper- that way you'll get more feed back and replies who wrote your sig quote ?
