Day 832, noise.

Day 832-1

Thousands of synapses inspiring in you.

The noise drowning out your iridescent path.

Drenched by the weight you reach out your mind,

to see a perspective in calm and silence.

Day 828, goal.

Day 828-1

A little fly attracted by colorful instincts,

flies unaware its self-chosen path,

fulfilling its purpose tight up in its brain

a taste of reward repeats till the unseen and end.

Day 755, illusions.

Day 755-1

Amphibian synapses color the mind

the world depicted deceptive encrypted projected inside

translating your feelings for now.

 

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