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I have a feeling..
Of all knowledge aquired,

Fibonacci twirls  around my inner confronting statuses,
Statuses that grind my inclining storm of ideas that could gesture the future of decision.
 The Decision poison that obtains the crystal clear consolidation  of humanity,
Pneumatic occurrences of surrounding me untraceable fields, 
Burying into my souls engraved rigs. 
The  hallucinating trip unravels prepostoros paths 
That seize to exist within a momentum of rotating glimpses.

Lurking reverence towards fulfilled great wits,
    One who fits,
    ‎Reverts the reap of expanding allusions 
       ‎that escape to his skill to allow their feasibility. 

Yearning for acknowledgment and completion,
 are my unfinished pledges of unascertained inventive insights. 
 ‎More generally, the unread, unseen left behind meets, reads, disturbed ideas. 
 ‎
Lost behind are my inspiration peaks. 
  Fast processing tricks, 
  ‎lead to the loss of the avail of the precious ticks,
  ‎  as my depressive plaque leaks,
  ‎My obtained attitudes defy, the battle of bricks begins,
A mind heat leak,  of the traverse  impededed illiteracy, 
Question of dimension,  would this even occur?
Perfect illusion, undistinguished from reality. 

I open my eyes, to traverse this existence, spectcularity. 
  To the pleasure of singularity,
  ‎  in the quest of finding purity. 

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Inspired by The Theory of Everything

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By Rozalia Polnik