"mind in fog, spinning about
walking alone, through a forest of doubt
searching for reason, proud and frail
running in circles but can't find the trail..."Universal Separation
"a century of universal decay
in cyclotrons nuclei are split
souls are split, sounds are split insanely
while behind a quiet fence on a bench in someone's garden..."With No Half-Measures
"its criteria are easy 'n' fast
hidden behind... the sun
he lights you through the moon
and you're great and he's your friend..."|
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