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tragic symmetry

Kamikaze knights

Bright as the clear blue sky denies a spectacle of the firmament from the ground below,

When the sum & substance of a being enrolls all terminal ends to conclude before its due course,

Zeal blinds to incinerate the modus operandi of men meant to marvel at their means of existence,

Without a grasp over gratuitous wonder, man reaches to be the change held back by curiosity’s tether,

For the charge, to seek an end that meets untenable notions of a guileless morale, is made to measure,

Against the grind, alive through pain, insurrection takes a last stand to absolve a sanity rendered,

To whatever full send, without question or compromise, rebirth or ashes, nothing must follow,

The blinder a faith, the harder a vault must meet rock bottom, in truth, it would only breach the surface of what’s possible.

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ternary thoughts, tragic symmetry

Motor cortex soliloquy’s

What if there couldn’t be any rational properties to perception,
Could it use something to quantify eternity in a mind,
Should it ever end or be free in high speed relativity,

Forfeiting distances over transference of psychic matter,
The sickness reaffirms concerns over the mind sustained in losses,
For a throne made of light & mirrors processed in halls of smoke,

Robed in black night speckled by the scars of purpose,
Crowned in a mirage with the shards of reflections shattered,
With no satellite to reassert the immunity of independence,

The mind collects peace beneath the experiences solved,
Wherever rest could appeal to give up its critical resolve,
Infinite in specificity to follow the unknown through darkness,

From which it flushes all care’s cherished to fatigue,
Or to conclude what the light has done to yesterdays crises,
Conflicted by compromise within corrosive disarray,

Discernment of reality explores the limits displayed,
As per a personal directive to fathom introspective puzzles,
Leading further into the light at the end of the tunnel,

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Tactical fight or flight experiment

Definable efficiency in deciding between thermobaric effects of failure,
Begins when threats are classified beyond a proportionate stress response,
All inferences acquire possibility and the only decipherable choice is to defend or traffic the information,

At heights of satisfaction, coincidences amplify concerns over chances that lead to it,
At lows of sustenance, de ja vous’s confirm the preciousness of ignorance,
Change is not inevitable but negated by that which entertains otherwise,

Simplification of complicated constructs by the spectrum of their strongest effects vs subtler changes,
Anonymous functions contemplation to isolate some order from sequential insignificance,
When solubility is lost to precise solutions clouded with errors,

Data analysis screeches to a halt and modulates flight back into perceptive tethers,
And ratio’s of harm vs life left to loose flow’s backwards,
Sampling every step further into system collapse,
Only to ignore it & push forward with the task,

I’d say, Psycho-mechanics is a contact sport,
Though synaptic resources is what its played for,
Hunger is the goal, self denial of sentience is a rogue,
That throws the game for opportune moments of gold.

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philosophy, tragic symmetry

Chemical burn kisses

The greatest game played since the beginning of memory,
Rationale draining through social creativity,
What makes it through and who stagnate’s along the way,

Ego commands that it should control offensive lines,
Referring to ancient blueprints of flinging shit at threats,
As survival constrict’s to pressure locate the cause from its effects,

Fight or flight from watching pretenses closing in,
Mechanics of disrupt, indulge and ignore in delight fading out,
Wing pressures of a belief in personal lies stalling at vertical pitch,

Only way out of seeking drastic spikes of momentum,
Resourced by speech processed preset courses to a kingdom,
Within preferential frontlines of adaptive manipulation,

So concerned with others taking sides,
From which to decipher what is worth the time,
Volcanic smoke raining in ashes around,
Should I seek shelter or hit the ground?,

(., ., to let that which doesn’t matter, truly slide.,.,
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.You’re the all singing all dancing crap of the world. – chuck palahniuk , fight club)

Fin

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rational relativity, tragic symmetry

Raptors and their extinction in times of peace

Disabling preemptive control from detecting an ego,
Racing through heavier dimensions under the radar horizon,
Where contingent measures for sustenance exceeds its survivability,

When choreography in packs fails to resolve probable errors,
All that is relied on is derived from barrier sensors,

Taming vectors in pitch thrust ratios of momentum,
Only to conform in a volatile construct of comfort,

And stabilizing a mistake has to crash & burn,
Or in realising the plot, it must evolve to sustain the learning curve,

As the course of a circumstantial perception is rewritten,
By elite functions of stealth in combat or gathering information,

An organism derives definite limits clouding instinctual domains,
Upto circumferential stratopause or multiples of ruthless gravity,

Validating finite values from its concerned cause,
To evaluate infinity as an inversely proportionate ignorance,

Extending range of blunt reach within systemic command & control,
Alongside opportunity to impose its own volition in chaos,

Leaving no precise algorithm for intuitive certainty,
Except in projected contrasts of restraint, purpose & chance,
Conditioned to be effective only against a hostile environment.,

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