Thousand words streaming the
screaming fabric, demented fear
peaking rudely in a blue breath.
Falling in tranquil helplessness.
Low, ebbing trough of the past
crawling in veins, sneaking up
sapphire vines of surreal flashes.
Distorted precipice, aligned in
perfect parallax of mind to fall
deep in grey, so sublimely numb.
And yet, even as the blackest
temptations draw out my dark;
shackled by stern allure of life,
I cannot
fall.
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