It's so simple

The simpleton sees all atrocities.

As they lay between those guilded years

He watches all that cherishes weak wishes,

All that battle's honor can convey upon you.

Those false loves of medical mischiefs

Bring this last show of clarity without weight

To something familiar... barely.

As if conscious felatios meant divinity.

This manhood and all its borrowed idealisms

Makes boredoms epoch sound like serenity.

Amidst those crystal fences all surrounding

Comes the chisel and its persistent deceit.

Slam goes the time of blinded spots

And whithers away those chat iced barriers

To become old as if newness materialized.

Potent but paralyzed, sincere but silent.

All is one, but many of one.

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