71

I am infinite

Seeing that understanders

Respect instead

I now look at 71

71 doors past due

71 walls untouched two

71 stairs never climbed and crossed through

71 that don't understand the shoe

71 on-the-go

A number more

Goes straight under the rally floor

Death brings the glory they say

For understanders' births are years away

Once said Nietzsche

One of the great sanitorial minds

His 71 shared the same ground

Nevertheless with eyes closed

His words & lines

Under respect

Told the level of conspiracy

And there was Marx

Another great mind unafraid of the darks

None of those to be legends

They all had 71 incapable to see through

Transparent their thoughts were

Crystal & blything

With a 71 incapable of walking into the blurry dark

Ideas are substantial

Existential

With the burden of great pain

A birth that minds go to

When refusal decides make path of un-oathed-to

Shadows

What the births leave

For the next understanders to find their way through

Inviting to the same blurry fog

Only for another 71 to swipe left to

Wondrous desires

All based on ephemeral births

Still 71

Increment by one

grotesque fears

cover due

Minds beat fast

Just to urge another birth before it gets to the last

Just my imagination

71 said

Living in the leftover reality of the sanitorial minds

I see her

Don't be afraid

Another un-average mind says

Making a calling

71 runs further away

Returns

Armed

A frequency

One of the many things we sanitorials share

With the intention of catching them all before they fade earther away

71 keeps scrolling

Betraying space-time

Never wondering what's more to come

What is there

they eat

What is nowhere

They freak

Envying the understanders

Just to add themselves to the list of aspirers

71 sacred oaths taken

Justified by the sanitorials to be once again faken

Til 71 decadence time

Recognizes them eyes

Centuries later

Pardons

revealing out the truth

Depth was a choice we all made

A lure that we were pulled to

Fulloteds

Overflowing every time we sow

Harvesting infinitely more

71 likes and that many standby

Without taking nothing to viu

Life was no bed of roses

They said

Always grieving the things they were given to

Ungrateful

Billions to waste

Arrows in their silent rotation

No

Still not seemed to motivate

Cursed, some say

Choiced, we say

71 Favourite hobby

Victimize

Victimize

Victimize

Repeat

Victimize

Victimize

Victimize

Scroll

Feed

Feed the loop

Another day

Just to waste one more sixty

sixty two

sixty 3

don't fight

don't ever fight

might break the loop

a sanitorial you might transform into

what will your beloveds say

when they choose to not understand you

70 left to go

70 cursed minds to break into

70 everlasting victims in the underestimation of you

Blowing away

What's left from the seeds of you

Crawling back to due

Crisis

Awakened crisis

Which you never knew

Unless the war you choose to fight to

We, sanitorials

We fight the light 71 say

We break their dark

Pull it all

Because space they live in

In need of eloborating

In call of the equilibrium

It blows away

Rest in peace they say

Rest in peace.

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