demans.

there is a melody

brings out to surface

the truth and truth only

clarifies perception

makes it shine as a pearl

washed over by the crity

the harmony is strong

any repressed motion

left with no other chance but to float

the reality is captured then

the circumstantial perception

like scalping yourself

layer by layer

you get to the reality

the one you thought you knew

kept on altering as you supposedly uncovered

in your mind a billion shoe laces

all intertwined

frequencies entangled

not one bit left pure

you were afraid

seeing how the truth left you bare

you discovered parts of yourself you always thought you dared

the loudness was silence

real crowdness still inside

coronated ever-then

reading morin

all parts of reality have changed

you don't have the looks as you used to

just as you adapt

that reality leaves you to rust on the ground

busts you to shed open your skin

tibi facitis

yet it's never enough

you try raising warriors up on the ground

hoping you don't get caught up in the frequency as

find yourself off the ground

bunch of earthlings we are

sometimes it feels different

but humans have developed themselves to shield from mundane

the demans.

the first look tells you the illusion of madness

if you ignore that facet

you might not get to encounter the truth again

some of us are inflicted with it

more than the rest

ever-forgetting how we were derived

demans

constanticity of complexial sapiosemantic cravings

a simple outsider would make sense of it as distorted einsicht

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