Wood grain trudged through my coarse veins

While the incandescence of synapses roamed

Raising an incessant timbre in my skull reigned

Matter of black and white frighteningly loomed

 

Wondering, where, where does it cease?

Quaking away involuntary dissension

In desperation comes an unsettling peace

Ascending to a hushed and still consecration

 

I am ready 

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