Time presents itself as impressions fleeting and ephemeral as clouds each sensation of light registers in the brain as intervals or frames moments appear like film to disappear into canisters where movies project images and sound onto a blank screen in a playhouse where crowds organize their own thoughts around your memories images pass before retina cornea lens whence photoreceptors devour with rods and cones actions betray the soul for the gods to observe unlike mortals who gaze longingly with hunger at each other to no avail none carries shame
Like a human being guilt hides deep in their hearts for they confuse duties over honor and greed over their own conscience they thirst for drunken nights but who am I to hold them in contempt of court when my nature abhors elaborate vacuums of social graces such lies unfold fears in our bones
Solely the lonely man observes much like the gods but through the divine haze pupils cannot witness the past as memories like a movie with scenes elegantly opposed as by a director to highlight past mistakes elegies of our youth so widespread as to paint screens and canvas with flights colored by fantasy torture murder and rape if ends justify means hatred glorifies harm who am I but poet whose speech makes nations quake
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