Isnot

by Daniel Solomon   Nov 2, 2004


What was once a failed dimension?
Broke apart due to lack of attention.
Nothing more than derived suspension.
Opened back up for immediate retention.
A black void shifted towards it’s gleaming mention.
Power rising slowly, lifting momentum.
Abilities crippled my your emotional feelings.
Leaving behind your inner demons.
Tying down the thoughtless dead weights.
A knot within the mind, bound by fate.
Gentle light that punctures the black hole.
Disintegrates the oncoming asteroid within the soul.
The system of understanding is left with nothing to hold.
The cleansing period is not the greater goal.

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