Tug at your hearstrings,
Like a slow hindered zephyr,
You finally flow.
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Tug at your hearstrings,
Like a slow hindered zephyr,
You finally flow.
You finally flow
by the hand of trust and love
esplosions ensue
Explosions ensue
With the madness and fervor
Of unsettled minds.
Of unsettled minds
cannibals of thought persue
all that's logical.
All that's logical,
All that's learned compares not to
Wisdom's great treasure.
Wisdom's great treasure
Is an old rococo chest
Completely empty.
Completely empty
That is good, that is real, that!
The joy of nothing
The joy of nothing;
Aimless lives, purposeless beings;
Writing void poetry.
Writing void poetry
The divine shines forth in void
The void is freedom
the void is freedom,
light and dark harmonize as
zero balances
Zero balances
Once we are laid down, wasted.
Nothing but a sigh.
Nothing but a sigh
Comes from the weeping willow
Waiting for love's turn.
Waiting for love's turn
My imagination steams
When is it my turn?
When is it my turn?
Unanswered question echoes;
Secret lies within.
Secret lies within
My hidden identities
Created each day.