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Kataleptika Phantasia

hiding behind lines that no one else sees like a ghost locked behind natural perceptions or even trained perspectives that have grown rigid over time and experience weaving the human soul from the pieces presented as choices to weigh opinion as confederate of option aimed at appealing to audiences that may have never seen an enlightened face in their lives yet, we concede to the fact that we are curious about where we are and where we are from though we must face the fact that for every answer uncovered there are more questions to be asked paralyzed by all this knowledge floating like motes in the air as matters we have not yet as much care in our indifference to be aware enough to ensure our ability to survive all, but even all the warm contents of the soul cannot deliver one from the responsibility of being born Here in this formulaic state where reversal is commonplace for a seedier contingent of our race whose sources may not be of this earth for as a bit remotely wacky as it may seem as though they were spiritually reptilian of origin… they being those enforcing the powers that be in their heinous scheming scrabbling for opportunities to steal from others more deserving of their share of the world because we all contain value even though it seems as though that other more unscrupulous characters wield darker arts to try destroying the fragile hearts within humanity, laying bare all sensitive parts in coercion of collaborative farce as the bumbling commits to acts to which the scapegoats are found to be sacrificed for the tribe in order to stay alive further pushing the disconnection from compassion that produces a social glue whose residues are felt much like the traumas for ages to come, but a civilization has to value that splendor instead the worshiping of the dollar that financial wizards set to rise and fall on some selfish whim trying desperately perhaps to conform to the programming they have known for so long that there is nothing but the system which organizes everything for us bundling the information so it might not harm us too easily or too soon because that would forgo our love of attention as we realize the different meaning in things to both our delight and revulsion… this sanity is resting too queasily atop the stacked layers of books left unread for a digital version, the ancient ways that were common sense really are starting to vanish again as the age’s shape begins to change, and years much like leaves on a tree fall and grow of their own natural accord woven phantoms…

Thanks, khet.