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a new way of looking at... writings >> arda >> cold to hot |
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i am a world of a void, a void of no subject reason of meaning a left, in the road. see the insects squirm, look at them writhe in the heat. feel the summer sun look apon the east. have i found bliss? looking at the light after the third solstice, all is even in two circles. now in the rain, drenched in all this pain soaking in my regret, in all words i am. this void is all encompassing. feel the turning of the faucet, from warm to cold. freezing. i am a world of a void, a void of neon blue. i rest like waiting, i strike like shadows. neon sunrise, feel the faucet turn, cold to hot. |