Word Language


Mechanics of language

May tend to mislead

Does chosing make one one of the chosen ?

Consciousness can be a conundrum

Like a heart beating in one's eardrum

Playing to a rhythm that is a mystery as old as time

Yet every tick refresh the clock,


Somewhere at a remove from the analytics of perceptual acumen


One observes oneself without knowing that they are

It's as simple as existence

As complex as each act of being

Inexplicable

Mechanics of language



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Written on 2026-04-09 at 02:51

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