Was just letting my fingers go free this morning..

There..ramblings you have it...

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The heart is unknown and unfeeling

the dark is unseen unheard

we donî–¹ see the hurt and the suffering

we ask ourselves about ourselves.

Everything is undercover and hidden

in the drapes of hypocrisy, the yards and yards of hatred

and malcontent snipped off by the blade

is impossible and has yet to happen

under this shroud of happiness and excesses,

the world of cornucopia and mammon we live

We lack nothing Yet everything in this material world

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Bubbles immaterial

The glossy eyes shines back

like the beaming headlights of the trailer truck

escape we do from the glare into the familiar darkness

the shimmery tinkleyness of the lightness

the crash is helped by the hardness of reality

Pain no, the pain is not felt

floating we are staring from above

Little tiny inconsequestial bubbles

I burst a few

Shiny happy globules shiny shimmery

So hollow. Empty

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The swaying of the branches in the dark of the night

The cold of the wind that chills like piercing glass

A silent scream is felt unheard

A pain deep in the depths of the unfeeling heart

The eyes are seemingly unmoving dark and mysterious

The deep the deep the deep

In the richness of the swirl pulled deepdeepdeep

There.