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my churning madness, 

a maelstrom of emotions,

twisting in charcoal and ink,

evening turns to twilight,

and I'm still creating,

as the rest of the world sleeps,

I can recall the moment,

that I became so strange,

I saw a shattered pane of colored glass,

spread across a black asphalt street,

everyone just walked past,

I stood in silent wonder,

staring at the scene,

how could no one else notice,

how beautiful shattered glass could be...