With my head in my arms
And my arms on my knees
The world pitches in chaos
My balance cruelly teased.

Gyrating swinging
In the dark behind eyelids
Singing vibrations are echo locating
Revealing nothing that was hid.

Sundering stumbles
Mis’strewn waves through bones
Peel the fresh layering away
Which was never more than loaned.

Pulsing, latticed tunnels
Extend through the void
Derailing discordant rambles
As anxious clouds deploy.

With my head in my arms
And my arms on my knees
Withstanding anachronistic assaults
Guarding the eons of the centuries.

The shifting ailment eagerly destroys
As distant existence thunders alone.

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