Meditation

11/16/13
On stories nobody speaks, bones buried beneath beautiful gardens

Quiet low populated towns with a history pardoned, shrouded in peace unheard

Fantastical meadows behind cities that cloud, blue skies blurred gray

Fresh rivers in a wasteland mirage, picture a state of natural desperation take form,

Torn tapestries where the alien used to reside, what we choose to hide

Could grass feel my steps collide through soiled weeds?,

If i fell from cirrus clouds could i grow wings?

Be perceived as a legend?

Rightfully say I'm destined?

Live when i die?
Figure out why dark matter exists when light is the reason most of earth is alive

Evil takes refuge inside the abused instead of a child abandoned and reportedly raised by wolves

Seance, Hitler, Lizardman, Spirits on pictures, Tectonic fissures, and Wizards

The unusual greatness

It's Meditation.

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