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Systematic collapseHow to bring down your empire while you're the king:
Learn to over-analyze everything,
all details, all small, tiny, miniscule,
all the microscopic things in daily life.
Highten all expectations,
all by isolation and combination
of TV and film to teach you about socialization
and how the world apparently operates.
Discover all not to be
as expected from your screen,
and feel the depression be dealt
from the failure of friends and family
to invoke your insanity.
At least that's how it feels
just because it's fixed.
Over-analysis needs to kick in
to complete it,
in order to win
the loss of it.
Notice close friends being close with close friends,
take up isolation
and add in high expectation.
Ask why your close friends are close with only others
to add jealousy and paranoia,.
So rid of, is rationality,
that you think they're closed from you,
though vice-versa is the truth that's true.
And so when allies and friends are seen as foes,
that's when you
Sky - to murder a kissDoes the sky know my dreams?
For when my gaze gains focus, I capture the sky,
and so when unfocused, sky captures gaze,
and I see my dreams before me,
and my eyes choose to focus on dreams,
and so ignores sky,
and if my gaze captures dreams,
and my gaze is captured by sky,
does sky capture my dreams?
And if my dreams are captive of the sky,
what intent does the sky have for my dreams?
Sky is sight, sky gives touch through water.
Sky is therefore silent,
we look up to see what the sky offers,
water for our lives and sun for our life,
sky needs no voice.
Save for when sky thunders.
The rose will face up to the sky,
it will look to the sky for it's days.
I will pick the rose that looks to the sky,
the sky will look down upon the rose
as it still looks up, but now to a nose.
I will hand the rose to the hands of another,
one whose hands come with light touch,
but that pinpoint themselves around thorns.
She will look down upon the rose
and put it to her nose.
She will look to me and pay me c
Vanity and my fingers of oursVanity? Far from it.
My air holds me in an embrace as I clutch it back,
it's hayfever feel tickles my fancy,
it's cool transparency is given your opted warmth.
My hand holds yours that happens to be my other,
my fingers enlocked in ours, we grip tight in comfort
to the silent sound of birds and picnic laughter.
We were once in our room that I have yet to buy,
we were in cotton nightwear,
comfortable and warm, which is on my 'to get' list
snuggled on a memory foam matress that held us together by dents,
under a week old blanket that did not need changing.
We were snuggling. You were resting your head on my chest, curled up,
hiding in me.
I was holding you, my smooth hedgehog, in my chest,
keeping you in a safe of ribs and heart.
We woke simultaneously. Synchronization? Perfect moment? Typical moment of us?
No, a hyper reality in which we have everything,
that will never meet us truly save as shadows, but still shimmer through.
But for now we can be behind the movie screen.
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