sparkling lights empty sockets draped over endless coils of optic fiber thunderous silence in percussionist waves deafening me blasting through me with destructive purity where on the outer rim between unity and madness the vapor trails intense light neither side beckons me my hunger is sulking within my soul lies become religion I become my enemy love is mysterious distorted help me lean my afflicted body towards the light out from the spinning darkness |
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