prehistoric

I am a fusion
of brightness
and confusion

there is solidity
and dissolution
a certain need for validity
and all go down to distillation

a part of me
is in-formation
the other
deconstruction
building up every second
to tear apart in the closest future

I have a word to say
a world to stay
a language to speak
a path to seek

the prehistoric man
is back
again
and again

to speak the language of the soul
in a world where living, is the only goal.

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