Wisps of smoke,
Like a silk sheet for the Lost,
A thick, suffocating fog,
The morn, let it not rise
Let us die,
Let us live,
Let us get through
This tunnel of opacity,
But let us not lose sight
Of who we are,
And where we belong,
Intangible tangle of
Contradiction and
Inconsistency,
There is no end,
This is a loop of
The walking dead,
This is the
chemistry of
naught
To belong is to stop, complete and total individuality has its benefits. Interesting piece, ignorance is infinite, you have said it well.
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