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[gold3nrul3]

I'm writing a taste
that fate prescribes like the
egyptians, careful, prudent, scholars
entomb yourself
in giants
built by ants
and yet, we feel it twisted
and entwined within human doubt.
careless to others, I must expound
the thoughts that weigh in my mind,
heavier than my entire physical world.
reverb, your soul, and aura.
like a forever thought,
that lives on and on and on.
until it reaches,
forever.