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stains on the fabrics

time interweaving

blurring our paths

obvious is the present

ominous, the future bends

obelisk, grasping the clouds

building this monumental fantasy

uncontrolled amounts

wings melt in the sun

the monument has built itself

a lapse in judgement could mean the end

a null and blind prophecy

they all will sing with fervor for me

no guide to follow, a burden

when every single word

falls under a scrutiny

any one of which can bring to ruin

a tower of work so spotless in construct

helpless and adrift in a sea of fabrication

we have no control for who

we hold ourselves to standard

for we are this construct

obvious is unpresent

ominous, all perspectives bend

obelisk, reaching or rubble

this monumental fantasy

has never built itself

wings melt in the sun

but only if it is reached

a lapse in judgement seems my only feat