Twas,
time tethered to divinity.
Such,
shall forever remain,
a mystery.
For,
these beings,
shall know not,
what I speak.
Know not,
of their,
humanity.
Twas,
blind.
The,
crowd which I sat upon.
These beings,
which move,
as if a pawn.
These,
which have no mind.
No,
consciousness.
Twas,
a second to miss.
For,
to be seen,
would hinder this gift.
This,
present.
For,
to be one,
tethered to a message.
Is to be,
absent acceptance.
To be,
absent simplistic ingesting.
For,
be these mere jesters,
ingesting in jest.
Be they,
forever unable,
to leave,
such a performance...
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