we don’t honour time
enough sometimes we forget
each moment’s passing
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life’s woke in a dream –
desires’ dissolving seasons –
delusional days
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sprung on by mad gods
our fantasies in the flesh
dissipating time
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narcoticised nights
splinter in breaking trance beats
time’s passing fancies
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like comets’ bright tails
outgassing in orbital
periods of coma
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millennial hours
centuries past in seconds
lit by mortal suns
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we wake in our beds
making lifetimes’ catwalk love
cosmic comedy
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ethereal hopes
brighten our dreams like comets
blazing through black night
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About freddie
Powerfully put.
Hope is ethereal and brightens our lives as comets brighten black night.
Wokeness in life is a Dream, a delusion.
Honouring time is another way to achieve personal growth.