Deeper and deeper
Into seas of depression,
Obscurity navigates on my amber;
Startled and amused watching shadows
And figures in blindfolds,
Tiptoeing,
Howbeit, slowly.
They pass me by
While I, keeping a form not mine.
I walk into this sea.
Marking my pace.
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