Solar Gazes

Words, cracked
delicacy, a bowl
grouped minds provide the fog of difficulty
time never really runs out, nonetheless pour out your debts and go insane
to the ticking madness
you got nothing to lose, nothing to gain
your mouth runs down into a drain of pungent seas
of heeding the thin hide of the you,
a distinguishing cloak
groups of plasmic magic and the ticking time bombs that yet always seem so stagnant
Don't bear a star banner of empty truth
Ghostly peripherals all agree
put on your spectacles but be the best you can
Orbs of origin radiate their iridescent lensings, positioned with motionary projection
speculation sunglasses angle themselves with varying degrees of friendliness
This beacon of the sunshine, he's staring at me,
stay calm, stay calm, don't run the faucet just yet,
six billion people, the angles of classification give polite exponentiality
and sell apparel of malevolance and benevolance
true, and origin gazes