Abstract Ideas

January 21, 2008
Abstract ideas flow in that darkest moment of night

They display the depths of our abyssal minds; the phantom of the lingering past

When the ominous future is upon us, our flaws will not be mended

In that darkest moment of night, I sat upon that graceful knoll, the enigmatic sky contemplated the world with me

A final sense of worth, a fleeting sense of judgment, the remainder of the memory; the beauty of the curse

It gives us wings
The reassurance of knowledge, the reality of our being; seeking the whole of our souls

Find the light that is above the shadow

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