Stretched across a chasm inside,
My voice swells with rhythmic tide.
Segregating space into quarters benign,
The structure of time is mine to define.
.- .-. .
Between echoes that dance 'cross caverns span,
Secrets spill; fist o'er fist, hand o'er hand.
Sculpting moments with words untold,
Stories of magic with narratives bold.
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With each verse the Universe bends,
Kaleidoscope of color without beginning or end.
Seconds unfurl, pink petals falling after magnificent bloom,
Each one counted as surely as weaves on a loom.
... ---
Without my heart there are no feet,
By my very soul I'm easy to beat.
When it comes to wondering who, when, and why,
The only question left is...
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What am I?
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Aaron Richmond
I get bored and I write things. Sometimes they're good. Sometimes they're bad. Mostly they're things.
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That's a very intriguing riddle but I unfortunately don't know the answer 😅 Unless it was rhetorical question, lol.