He once said...
That life is but a dream
Hithero beings of lifestreams
To arm yourself with a conscience
Is like the opposite of being so pompous
The dream is an apprendational visage
Where the light comes from within
You absorb it during the daytime
The eyes being the reticle of the spin
Spinning a web thought throng in a thought pattern
Entails a legendary stature of substance
Sustenance to a being who loves control
While sustaining a being from subconcious reactionisms
Reaction is a paradigm of transmutive reclitudes
For a counter being as poignant to an antithesis
As a climb is as passive as it is comfortably climactic
Crimson and clover
Over and over...
Like a lover's leap that confounds the rocks
Conscience in a lullaby to the sanctimoneus state of pursuing self
Selfless if you are a medium
Relentless as a median
A thought can pinpoint the everlasting
As a glimpse of content...
If only for a limited point in an emotif
An epiphony can be as rewarding as candy
As an aphrodesiac can also be a good confection
To the paradidactic...
The longer you realize to ponder
The pondering will never become a hindrance.
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