This time it seems dire
To relinquish a soul
From a white wall
That no one can see
To learn anew, reintegrate
To be as it was
But it had gone too far
Into constucts, broken words
Into humanity and into a surge
And a sudden death of my subject
Unlinked affect, nothingness to relate
Is it poison, or is it a
sunken ideal
To start anew... to remember...
The same side
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