The Disappearing Mind


THE WORLD HOLDS PEOPLE WHO FILL EVEN THE PICKIEST ARTISTS’ PALETTE
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SOME LIVE FOR PLEASURE AND TRY TO AVOID BOREDOM BUT THEY LIVE TO FORGET
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OTHERS ARE DREAMERS, WITH SCARS UNDER-SKIN BUT THEY’RE TRYING TO REMEMBER
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SOME LIVE TRYING TO DO ALL THEY CAN TO MATTER BUT THE WORLD DOESN’T CATER
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YOU ACCEPT IT. BIOLOGY-ECONOMY SYSTEMS ARE NOT FORTHCOMING
*YOU PEER INTO THE VOID*
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SO LITTLE TIME, PHILOSOPHERS WHINE, BUT THEY LIVE AND DIE LIKE THE REST OF US… BEMUSED EXPRESSIONS SEWN TO THEIR FACES BECAUSE INTELLECT TOO IS MORTAL, YOU CAN’T DO ANYTHING FOR YOURSELF OR OTHERS FROM YOUR HIGH AND MIGHTY TOWER, AND THOUGH SOME MAY STOP TO CLIMB, ONCE THEY REACH THE TOP IT STILL STOPS… AND BY THAT TIME THEY’RE TOO FAR UP TO COME DOWN AND HELP A FRIEND… IT ALL COMES DOWN TO SOMETHING SO SIMPLY COMPLEX THAT PEOPLE WANDER ONTO IT MORE OFTEN BY MISTAKE- THIS IS THE PAGAN WHO HAS DISCOVERED THE SOLID GROUND THAT IS LIFE ITSELF… AND TO MATTER AT ALL IS SIMPLY TO BE LOVED PROPERLY.
SO COME ON DOWN FROM YOUR MIGHTY STONE TOWER BEFORE IT SINKS INTO THE GROUND FOR SOUND- REASONING DOESN’T CRACK- IT SIMPLY SINKS INTO LIFE AND SOMETIMES FARTHER, YOU MAY FIND YOURSELF STANDING IN A GRAVE- A GRAVE THAT IS MADE ALL THE COLDER FOR IT WAS MADE OF THE COLD STONE THAT YOU METICULOUSLY EXAMINED OVER.
AND SUDDENLY YOU FIND YOU’RE ALREADY OFF THE LEDGE AND YOU ARE SINKING. FALLING. FLAILING-GONE.

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