as the day turn night and back again
as short as it was it wasn't perfect
this glorious nothing
this wondrous something
this day... so far from complete
so far from subtle
so far from unique
this day... this nothing entity
this something wannabe
this smudge in history
lasted a breath... if even that long
a wanton sigh... a hope and a will to fade away
frail morning broke then night entered into the mixture of lies
such a scurry, worry for the lasting moments that never entered into it
so far from delight
even simple ease... such a way away
and then came now
as useless as it's ever been
now and it's omnipresence broke through and tore my mind in half
I am the calm nothing of this world
I am the feeble mind
the one unkind
the littlest lie in the mixture of lie-self

I am non-entity, hear me roar...

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