I collected a pile of junk
Even trash has its history
But there is a place where I've sunk
The worn and garbaged jewelry
Pre-The more I speak
To make things easier
I dig the grave for my dreams
Every word makes them airier
My journey to an endless hole
Through the space of the mind's discord
Has shown me the glint of a star
Only visible if I close my eyes
Pre-Objects become animated
Things come alive pointing to the start
Black holes never-illuminated
Lead to the endless pit of the heart
Nothing is carved in stone
Only what I left behind
Even if I lose control
How could be future denied?

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