roving eye transcendence
one scar please
over repressed infection
the new stretches outward
my eyes only light
over my feet only arrows
there's a galaxy flowing from that crown purple
over the grass definitely greener in the night places
a delberate considering of the twilit line
extension reaches
over spectral circles in the mist
moon phases blooms some flowers
over black shadow of the right arm raised
the light of doors forming blue
over an eye composing it's thought
it's emotion subjected to a material hierarxhy
time slip
over time stagnant
for no flag or name could define what is
over loyalty or honor
no will beyond imagination's scope
over mute acceptance
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