That's Just What You Think

In the relentless void of the night,

people, be alert.

Clouds are crying and the peculiar noise

of the unrelenting jitters in the soul

fret ruthlessly to themselves

as if having the strings of eternity

turn inward upon the void
until your senseless understanding of the issue
is undeniable in its certainty.


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