an end
to the end

it came when
we weren't looking
and came again
and again
to a place
near begin
it was there
where days seen
are the means to be
something as nothing
having substance within

apocalyptic are the stories
two end.

come again as
not the question
are the quest we're on
and stop to listen
are the mission
given long

as a
in poem
rhyme songs
of times there go
delivers to hear show
through which of a switch
type knowledge starts flow
of messages within
charts channel
hearts desire

the fires of struggle

" what doesn't burn you "
only leaves you fine
yet the mind must
to be more

the invention....
an imagination's core

didn't miss the concept
of a door ;)

"so to slide is a good thing "

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