Awaiting ageless horizons of barren totality,
pivoting on peaks of unexpectancy, lie vestiges
of human nature.
Folded into complexities, instinct and intuition
slowly wither under inert complacency.
Following droplets into depths unknown, life's
blood hesitates upon a ledge - moments gathered
for eternity.
Letting go - sliding sideways - covering what was
thought to be the naturalness of human life.
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