Unraveled
by the charm
Unnerved
by the nonchalance
Token
emblem’s sleeve worn torn
Stir-fried
semblance of obsidian tact
Dark
entities approach
Inert
Gaseous
calm
Shutter-speed
enveloping squelch of anima
Force
shield fragments,
Permutation
of operational theorems
Between
the finger
Above
the tongue
A
sabre duel between man and air
In
such cases mortality always will fail
Forgiveness,
Wretch
those serpentine slivers
Out
from beneath Heavenly mirrors
Consistency
of purpose
Tangibility
of thought
Quenching
the solution
Before
bears a cause
Like the thought of a sabre duel between man and air. It's always there and some time they are just full of hot air, yet it still blows them down and they fail no matter what side of town. And yeah much doom can come from thinking you have the solution without first knowing what one is asking.
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