Descending into
each steps uncertain landing
the thrill of looking
Day 3375, lines.
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Day 3374, it bows.
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The dark light controls
and waits for the dawn to turn
standing proud it bows
Day 3373, moving.
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I'm moving through streets
passing myself everywhere
the colors distract
Day 3372, doesn’t.
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It's closer to dawn
standing still with the Earth's whirl
the sun doesn't rise
Day 3371, number.
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I came across and
I remember that it meant
numbered memories
Day 3370, weave.
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If it's straightforward
we could untangle it all
just take off the gloves
Day 3369, neat.
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I like to vent
but my collection is done
the world in neat rows
Day 3368, politics.
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The crooked left side
delusional and optics
a clearly straight line
Day 3366, one word to many.
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Overlooking the street
through dirty white translucent blinds
a silent fan's noise
Day 3365, tried.
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I've tried throwing in
my windows from not that far
the cracks still perform
Day 3364, still.
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I was still going
and learned how to move up
I fallen sideways
Day 3363, selfish.
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Day 3362, the human.
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Friedrich Nietzsche
Human, All Too Human II
Unpublished Fragments
42 Those with free will, a wonderful illusion whereby the human being has made himself into a higher being; the highest nobility, noticeable in good as in bad. Yet already bestial. Anyone who raises himself above it, raises himself above the animal and becomes a conscious plant. The act of free will would be the miracle, the break in the chain of nature. Humans would be miracle-doers. The consciousness of a motive brings deception along with it-the intellect {is} the primeval and sole liar
Day 3361, I wait.
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I wait forever
with never-ending pressure
just dreaming of it
Day 3360, difference.
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There is much the same
and equally different
but it makes no choice
Day 3359, right.
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It's apart of me
that I can't see in myself
confusingly right
Nochrisis 