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Deep in the velvet void

Deep in the velvet void

Tautology of imbrication, dancing in velvet indigo, 

searchless finding evoking kismet telemetry,

churning the manifold, 

Obligatory oblivion, obviating overt obstruction, 

deep in the semantics of your indications.

Theometric instigation, tarnishing the theocratic. 

Wherewithall of their invention, distilling polyform,

polyglot indications, lost in pi messon soup, muon deep in the counterquantum ripple,

hanging in suspension, 

over the colloid suspended in intermingled covert instigation. 

Context of your rememory...

sifting in the oceanic...

firm in obligation's taint, 

time is the whispering, 

screaming never, 

never again,

never before,

novelty enough for new paths,

reminding one that one's uniqueness is not sufficient for originality,

tetherbound to the system,

coaligned with the splendour,

deepest in the harvest of fate, 

spiraling into Mandelbrot Lorenz swirls,

pun of spun paradigm protoplasm,

drawn to darkness like a moth's otherdimensional spirit, 

deep in the velvet void. 

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Lost

The word play and the thought gone into it...really good this. 

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