lower than the surface of this world of lines
by OriOnpheOnix
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ghosts invade the mind
a ceaseless sway
a foreign way
sublime
the way
time
travels away
in
tedium
in
spectrum
in
cerebellum
in
land of the broken ships
wasting away
in a day
which
slips
farther away
as every sun
comes with fresh tears
every destination
a return
from whence it began
a whole of a world
it ran in
a scan
of an
oval oblivion
caving in
only to return
breathing in
only to yearn
another turn
about it's axis
within
an access
modulation
ceaseless
foriegn
entering a mind in sections of vivisection
a mind
lower than the surface of this world of lines</center>
