The Slivers Of Shillings
The Slivers of Shillings
I’ve smelt this, like the raw inside of a fiery forge.
The heavens pounded upon the highest roof,
It became an effigy, one plotted lot of sand...
Burning beyond the sound chosen by its flame.
Here thee hands, of tips, and gears sing in the scrapyard.
“What shall I be? Who is this person? Does it... Do we, change?”
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Knowledge stems from all seeds.
-But it blossoms, only from the branches...
of every root, of any tree.
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I veer, a frail piece.
When did this place...
Treat me with sugar?
My mind snaps,
Eyes burn like embers.
We forget the truth...
At least once I have.
Bled blood like drops
--tears, not once afraid.
Hanging trees, my perfect shade.
Greenery, bruised and blue...
Two for one, preacher’s church.
Light is (or can become) calculated through a cubic and ‘square’-based mathematical equation. One, where, the formula dictates the understanding of how a “beam” or a “linear-state” can showcase the light into a three-dimensional graph on an X, Y axis.
This particular formation of an undefinable and indefinite mass (infinity if we may) is produced through the most comprehensive and entirely unique collision of frequencies
-In essence, the principality or “law” of light MUST include (without question) the mass of a singular particle, the speed of
An object can only expand or contract, solely due to the singular mass that is used to formulate it.
Atomic numbers determine all fates of cellular structures and re-insure their physical embodiment.
“For days, years, and hundreds of centuries...
The people have worked, restlessly, asking upward, reaching toward the sky, for the light, for a promise, for a purpose, for an answer. From something, from someone, from anything that was beyond them. But, they knew, they always knew. That their lives were only important once they had chosen their life's value, to be worthy, to relate, and to lead. That they could no longer look away... beyond their fate, to the engrained biological destiny, the kind that once caged them, entrapping us all inside of this world, this reality, with hope.”
A person’s personality is the origin of mineral and vitamin-based sources.
One mind is simply the creation of their usage, nothing more.
Tiny moments are these... that only a value will compare to them.
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