born of stardust

born of stardust

clever line

gives a real sense of direction

where this is heading and why

the embers of the dying light

that's poetic

can we drip the essence of our own mortality

into the pens we ink the paper with

can we digitize the romance of living and dying

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if nothing is sacred anymore

is the debauchery of language

in the handheld or on the idiot screen

does it really matter, when there's still starvation

what's important?

starvation or manipulation of English

malnutrition or malapropisms

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what's the point?

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the dot to the i

the cross to the t

if you don't write

pages stay white

clean and bright

quit while you're

ahead, stay in bed

as the pencil bled

all that wasted lead

it's carbon

that's not the point

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what's the point?

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nothing matters

we're all stardust

go big or go bust

ashes to ashes

dust to dust

return to sender

retract the splendour

because no-one cares

do they?

won't care if you don't

won't share if you don't

share wild and wonderful

formless unstructured rambles

tight and constrained musings

full-blown literary attacks

spellbinding prose

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share it, immortalise it

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Thanks for reading!

Author's Notes: Stream of Consciousness. Some thought for food, food for thought.

In retrospect...this song may be responsible for my mindset...and just since VVV and Paint Me, I've unfiltered things.