fingers suspended
so much white
scowling back
desiring to flow
coveting to express
affixed at the thought
scattered and shattered
forlorn and solitary
throughly petrified
blinded by discomposure
welcome the sensation
lessons surround
if you can heed
it's only transient
as all things are
anguish in its innumerable forms
torment and torture
naught but reverberation
over and again
life's malicious games
find the introduction
in the conclusion
paradox in the parable
nothing unfamiliar
nothing antiquated
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