The moments dance. Otherwise nondescript
In flight of past illusions about the present
Our roads intervened at some point
They were ended with scissors and thread
Countless words unspoken
Remain. Only visions from memory
Ring tones in an open mind
Accepted individuals unreserved
They play their game without complaint
Of Reflections and words in the dark
At the end of conversation lurks the light
With wings and wisdom of the zodiac
Because there is nothing to say
Since time is a soul cutter
Trust becomes hypocrisy
Aren’t we talking about Illuminati?
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