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In 18 hours of distress

My fair lady shines on me.

Losing balance, clawing down

Vibrating territory changing me.



I can’t feel me

Alone in a mob of nonsense.

Securities thinner then air.

Shimmering gray monument.



Place me atop of Mt. Sinai,

Show me the sinners.

I’ll praise your god

Just for a little piece of mind.



Blood splattered lampshades

Plot out my existence.

With little to hold on

I reach for nothing and pull down eternity.



Changing currents posses me

While sudden movements calm me.

Chilled in happiness,

Frozen in individuality.