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seabhac
seabhac
Aug 16, 2009 ⭐ View statistics (Premium feature)

Time

Flying into the nightThe darkness steadily growingWe jump forward in time.What happens to those hours I looseBy the twisting of my time pieceDo I collect them at the end of my days?I fool my body to see darkness butIt knows I play games with time and lightIt fights against me for a while and then forgetsWe are a world of Time lordsCriss crossing the time lines of our planetLeaving a faintly visible trail of destructionBy our arrivals and departures.What cost is that ransom?The subtlety of many dimensionsPierced and woundedUnseenUnrecognized  UnknownWe know not what we do.
— seabhac, Aug 16, 2009

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Seren

Seren

16 years 9 months ago

Profound … your touching

Profound ... your touching on the mystical in this .. my god those last words get me everytime i read them .. we know not what we do ... reminds me of another .. forgive them for they know not what they do ... wow is all I can say ... love Jayne x x "We did not change as we grew older; we just became more clearly ourselves. Lynn Hall" ...
Hooded Stranger

Hooded Stranger

16 years 9 months ago

You doing this on purpose?

Yet again I read your impressive work and feel something beyond the obvious. I don't see this as flying across time-lines...this jumps out at me as being caught between dimensions, the same place, but a different plain (not aeroplane LOL!) I can't read anymore of your work tonight, not until I have had my therapy session...I missed last weeks appointment! great piece. HS ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "With all that I am and all that I could be, I walk this earth and yet nobody sees me".