Crush this boring starving time In naming days with insults Helping the seconds to trap the minutes Allow time to finish itself Aged, often bitten by the needle The horizontal being wrinkles to speak Of course you can escape from it Just bribe the sky and its offspring Snatch this breaking distance Embrace infinity in my house Measurement, frustration Kill the journey, kill the eagle Thats it Leave space to become something close A faraway not the same for all Except when its high and low Directions should be a place A place that soaks itself Flesh, only the body The flesh, worse than the mind Worse than the brain projecting failures Directions should be a place A place that soaks itself Mind, worse than flesh, worse than ennui A tale for this flesh, to capture it Its the reflection of the eye, Brain wants to want, brain wants to sell Life doesnt exist, or sometimes When its too hard to die without Then it flies, to a god No... to me But probably not
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