The Loop

Time turns around and wakes you up
There you are, covered in dark, dark euphoria
Your question is
"Crawl to my alcove or silently linger to the end of the eyelid?"
After the irrigating but before the bloom it comes
Resets the countdown, but not the damage
And there you stand, wondering what made this twist
The irony is by now well-known to you
This irony has fazed you times many enough
And the aspects of that irony has brought you to bluster
That does not give you any relief though
So now, damaged, you wait
And you count down
Again
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18 April 2007
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The Morning of April 12th

With the lost thought of what is discovered
And what has been discovered in the past
Which in its turn turns to dust and rust
Don't we all feel that to be pleasant?
Or are we victims to oblivion?
I lack what formed me
And that which formed me is stuck to me
Like a scene created by an impersonator
Designed to get lost but still be etched
I am such an oxymoron
For when I start in one end I don't end it
And what I end is not what I started
Creation of a nation containing sleepless inflation
And here we stand stationed
And we keep on wondering
Wandering around without a plan
But I do not have my comprehendabilator
I never had one
If I had one, I would not know how to use it
And then the words and thoughts and actions
Become something that is not a part of myself
So here I am and I observe
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12 April 2007
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