To conform is to chaos the line in between
What be that… know not I but a colour
To see before me
In hurried slowness it moves
Motions morph and everything exists just as one is
Simply a colour of the thousand
Step sidewards, this here, sphere of loveliness
Will thou to my dreams linger but a moment late?
Just as I am, just as you are…
Impossible is as possible as possible is impossible
One cannot secure sense in such a chaotic world
Of mirrored randomness scattered.
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