I am Phenomenal
The least of all me
Too much misconstrue
Despite at the heart of feckless autistic
Yet cannot loose myself to lose my hue
I stride between all things and beings
enmeshed amidst galaxy ions mix
In claspers
In the pursuit of a higher spectrum
Poorer is the flight
Propelled by the echoes
Of their engines
Poorer is the sight
Compelled by their parallax
With graphites I mould with love
In the darkest ages of sunlight
Shove my soul in greys
True words never less
Oh negligible counts!
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