distortion
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Time is stopping as each thought
is threaded from its undertone
and I wonder why it has brought me here,
standing alone in a pool of surreal rain
and lessons I continue to seek.
Through the glass I look
Searching for some answer
Faces slanted into an opaque distortion
Everywhere I gaze
A guitar, like I play, makes music with its strings.
They vibrate the air around them and seemingly sing as they start to ring.
Plug in a pedal, and distort the heavenly sound,
Sitting in your mind.
All alone.
Your refuge
from the world.
But what are those?
Shining brightly
in the dark.
The mirrors.
Gazing into them you see not
Dismantle, mental error misapprehended
Visual morphine drowning youths in reviling concatenation
Aching spawn from basest nature corrupts to no end
Catastrophic indulgence consumes this gluttony
Distort, lie, and amplify.
They show us the center,and hide the edges.The center is framed,by the rest,that is compressed.
Its swirls were intriguing
Salvation meant his heart was beating
His taste buds protruded the gum from his mouth
And lifted themselves to curve:
A
Perfect
Sugar
Point
