Catagorized by the invisable,
Who are they?
Whether they rush or saunter past the living
Whether they rest to observe the emptyness of the dead
It is theirs to remember
It is theirs to forget
Who are they?
Is their a man in charge of them?
If so.. A speck
Not a reality, an existence
For whom no one should fear but chuckle
Dare to describe their panoramics of nothingness
For existence is microscopic in its own vastness
Who are they?
Turn the tides and"dissatanize" their fibs
They will become realities
Who are they?
The invisable
The observers
The remembered
The forgotten
Find them?
They are within your touch
Not beyond

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