Youniqueness: A Geometric Recurrence of the Transcendental Curve
Only true if you can really see through the vile.
If that is so, move along. Or else thy shall return.
To your objective circle. An easy way out from here.
That is particularly where you choose to belong.
But this is for the risk takers. Mad painters.
Outspoken poets. Riddlers. Thinkers. Explorers.
Writers. Magicians. Seekers. Occasionally-
artistic gods in human forms. The futurist,
the melancholic destroyer of thoughts, the hedonist.
The archaic, the high humpback whales,
the atomic tingles. The surreal.
This is for those who don't belong.
Not here or anywhere.
This is for those who find youniquenss in the complex
dictionary of thought and realty. To those who alter genes.
To those who change and merge. Blend and reoccur.
This is for those who came with no manuals written.
This is for those who believe in the gene matching smell
of the lovers kiss, which feels like the transcendental curve and wave of
the enlightenment factor. This is for those who sculpt time
into a paradigm of evolution. To those choice bearers.
This is for the bittersweet symphony of life.
This is for those silence seekers.
To those watching eyes watching the
wackadoodle universe watching itself as the
watcher in those watching eyes.
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