[Noah23] [?] [StapleMouth] Everyones future is a magnifying glass used in an icechest Sand is truly caught in itself As the body of the timecapsule is tilted The token of a second is mocked by the physical apparition of itself The burning candle is the paragon of changes As the minutes tick with the scent of the OCD flame Cleansing the wax from the wick fibers Leaving a compulsive desire With an ignited thrive To make a castle out of a tower Clocks mean nothing on a desktop Unless the images of the thumbnailed spongeicons Are enlarged with the liquid interest Which leaks into buckets of nametagged boredom And disposed in a pond called regret Adjacent to a boatdock labeled forget Observe the geometry A life span is a segmented line Originhiatuspunctuation Each palm of father epoch swelter countless beads of seconds As both fist clench its 12 digit appendages Cigarettes are the fireworks Before culminating to a gasping fossil Nine months wasted on a lock of greyhair And winged eyelids Wish to have dwelt in a crysalis of prologued bedtimes stories Which were maimed by the pivot of a pendulum [x2] [Troubadour] [?]
crysalis, icechest, spongeicons, boatdock, prologued