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Tempus Confinis

in the vague search for originality, we draw lines curved to be different from the other.
the crossings was a bad memory everyone tries to erase, the lines should not be the same, straight lines mean same ideas, the melting sea, the corroding winds, the timeless sun, all are same.
the unmoving poisonous universe, not breeding difference but similarity all over, the same endless strings and atoms and matter and nebula.
no end.


Nachi said…
"straight lines mean same ideas"

curves are sinuous, curves are erotic. the path of life is never straight. everything is a trajectory, bro. even light bends. have you been bro? it's been a while since i've had to opportunity to get online.
d SINNER!!! said…
nice space...

straight lines can mean same ideas but ideas can always be parallel as well...
Cinderella. said…
I'm too cold at the moment...
I'll just say how ya been doing..?
Any better ??
Standbymind said…
U ve gat a great blog in here...

Great piece!

Miladysa said…
I like this :]

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when we sit admiring
the cool breeze and wandering droplets
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from afar, of you and me