Fearless promises for what would come,
who is amused, if not me?
Past debris, ashes, complete;
feel the course of
constant pounding nature,
the knowledge, the inner tumult
tangled,
leaping out without outlasting
it’s own evanescence.
Its own demise.
Before, there was more than I.
It was just this scene, […]
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