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through my eyes
Unknown, newborn world
Far-away of dead
Somatic sense
...Behold - entranced...

Creative tears are shed -
Eschatological, remixing colours

Golden leaf wrapped around the neck, idly turning
Reaching for the sky to touch the sun again

Drunken innocence, somatic senses corroding
Roots that

The current's drifting, the waves are crashing into
My high emotions enveloped in the bliss
The two are fighting to get inside the mix

I don't try to make sense

might have been psycho-somatic
You're not sure about God, after all

But you weren't trying at all that night
And you have a nagging sense 
There might be

You'll reclaim

Your sense of self without worrying about who or what wronged you
Devote your time and effort to present priorities and feel renewed

Why

It makes no cents to pay for sense
Of deep intuition
While you've been wishin
I'm livin well
Pay me my pension, coins on the shelf
From switchin

stature, once sabbatical
Once bring drama
I'm bright on harrowing lava
Within the plexus from my anatomical
It gets darker, a sense of urgency
Enters

from my anatomical

It gets darker

A sense of urgency

Enters the atmosphere with my excursion

In this Microcosm, a third version!

Specifically

somatic detatchment
It's like my body isn't connected to actions
It destroys everything that's affected the fragments
I don't have nothing but senses