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The journey is brutal when you arrive nowhere 
striving for unsaid perfection. 
Life drips. Your wounds snap the love. 
A tale becomes a twister. 
Between the blinds is buried, the window. In dark 
a depression fills the room. 
The untethered loneliness. 

Fearing from self. 
A time to become insane without anchorage. 
My ruined book becomes a home for spiders. 
Bewildered dreams rise like vampires from the skull. 
I will not mourn the body. 
The spirit walks like the white light. 

It was a thwarted desire, to die empty-handed 
beside the troubled mind. 
Was there a path to truth? 
Being, what lies are? 
The soul rustling the shadows of mortal thoughts. 
The tree finally gives up 
the claim for fame. 
The roots squirm.