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The eyes tell a story, the mouth cannot

Trek the gust of time, as it blows relentlessly

Through liminal spaces, gliding

Towards the incorporeal, barely real

More liminal spaces connect me

Bring me back, through the loopback

Manifesting the reality we observe

Every mistake will erase all good

Advance and feel, your fate is common

Your legacy is what I own

In my talons I shape clay

Forging life in my own way

From my throne the lightning strikes

Tearing through the crimson skies

Perceiving constantly

All that was and what could be

Beyond the realm of known

Persists the timeless throne

A dissociated mind

Doubting flesh that lives inside

Can’t reason with mankind

Neural noise spread worldwide

Manifesting the reality we observe

Every mistake will erase all good

In my talons I shape clay

Forging life in my own way

From my throne the lightning strikes

Tearing through the crimson skies