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Aching, so helpless,
when the answers are clear.
Seems the rolling storm
will make me sleep.

It's getting late, dear
I'm running out of fear,
but the pursuers lead,
to inherit godspeed.

Stuffing the stars with ill-willed contempt
Furthers the study of what I've become.
Serenades of enchained amperes
Strike at my feet, jolting the attempt.
I fell short of fate, this time.
Irony was too steep to climb.

Conversing with the skies
in an empty stratosphere's clearing.
Words infused with truth
escaped a bolt's lightning:
Shift the attention
from the volts of the golden strand;
a vessel of highest tension
unfolds passage to the promised land.

So where I stand, there it plummets
Grasping my hand,
Ascending like a bullet.
(Where am I now, cloudy summit?)
Choking, I sing in demise,
Can't breathe now, throat petrifies.
Awakening; soft elation.
an epilogue for confusion.
"a vessel of highest tension"?
Dreams are sparking lies.


What dwells in the atmospheric cold,
Contrasting what the thunder told,
Depletes the count to self-destruction.