we will only stop falling down if we stop thinking we're pushing ourselves
an obliterating apocalypse forced out of the detritus of my mind

we will only stop falling down when we stop thinking we're pushing ourselves
we're pushing ourselves over a cliff
cliffhanger making gravity sweetened by your momentum
falling down backwards
going on back
to always go falling tripping and taking giant leaps
through the membrane of your consciousness my consciousness
in every immaculate inspiration
forgiveness even during trial and tribulation
making sweet sweet doctrine
to have achieved love and adoption
turning yourself inside outslowly impossibly
in a cycle of life circle with four corners and vertices
of spinning spacetime orbs
thrown into every element only to roll back spherical
backspeared by christal
indefinite sorrows
for indefinite burns 
through cauterizing i healed without a scar
no one ever saw
and no proof of it could possibly exist
because i lost my necklace
and i don't know if i can find another of that kind
it will change the way i go on
by showing me that i cannot (go on)
simply implicating that illusions like this
are the ill of humanity (of stability)
none dependent ever squall
loving nevertheless even in denial
and never hurting but eventually valuing
what i had done but not daring
to realize a minute too soon
that it is too late
and i am not family anymore.

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(parenthetical words not to be read or pronounced)
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