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Posthumus
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Created on 11-11-07
Elucidating facts built upon delusions of grandeur.
The score of death muddling on an out of tune piano.
The squeaky keys pulling seconds upon heartstrings…
That should not have existed as reality has bent upon itself.
A tesseract grown by fabrics of thought, weaving hysterically
With desiccated optimism only a child’s ill foolish ideals allow
A calligraphy of music multiplied by scent, overtaken landscape.
Rapture by both ceasing and continuous chain linked locks
Has allowed fact to seep through, settling as diamond dust
Along the bottom of a clear ocean contained in a bottle of tears.
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