stirred nothing.
Will the when
The end is nigh
Clue me up
or
Catch me by surprise?
Do I have time?
To complete
The task I gave myself..
Now being, a now being
Speeds, still
As one long moment
I get to play at being
A now being
With all the will, in a world
I confuse, on purpose
Creating mental type, stirring
Of nothing, as it goes
Along my own thread
Those mind under the facts
On the wholly peak
Of a mountain that we cannot say is knowing
Truth from fiction
Till time has told
By experimentation
allong all the ways, could, maybe be a knot
Potentialy
Cause's causality
From a fringe, that flails.
All the threads..
That network,
Actuality where nothing can be guessed
as counting
Four every one.
Time, lea.. moment.
Left, left, left... Correct.
Forwards, charged.
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