Of Tales Lost in Broken Time
A play within a play within a life, within a dream
All I believed was that I should believe a bit of something, more of another,
true in every sense including nonsense
No more of more of the same thing,
Nothing from nothing, with nothing to say- blissfully oblivious to its non-existence
A question answered with a question, words without weight or meaning, soaring gracefully
Imprints are left by weighty words,
oppressing with authority
Impressions of hidden wounds,
onrushing crushing memory
Just about time for gravity
to be lightened up by levity,
Just about time for victory's
mirage to be left behind
for the peace one could find
in embracing defeat
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