scattered thoughts coalesce,
randomised unions of arbitrary fliers,
parts that make less than one whole,
losing pieces of conscious,
i will collect again,
the tattered remains of pieces lost in translation,
for the worlds have morphed,
and nothing is the same anymore.
and part of this world,part of its soul,
i mix and morph and flow and coalesce,
slave to my world,or owner of it?

morphologies disappear,and sensations recede,
and i love myself for hating it,
or is it the other way around?
convergent divergences, and axiomatic oxymorons,
i mix them up,and boil them together-
remainder is life;
a function of-irrationality?

chained,fettered,my soul in tatters,
in opalescent darkness,i stare on,
black glow of the monitor in my eyes,
i tap in the keyboard-ctrl+alt+del;
owner of my world;or slave to it?

RESTART NOW!!!!

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