Days move swiftly
like tumbleweed roaring
past desert storms and unhealthy
norms. Dawdle silently, no
one is to hear the
slow progression of our
lives, our sad pathetic
lies. Much is accomplished
by aimlessly betting time away,
we learn and search,
curiosity tightens it's grip
around putrid throats. Ah!
Enlightenment pours through
harvested souls, infiltrating
every ambiguous aspect of our
being. Onward we march, knowledgeable
by extinction, grand through
Divination.
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