Spending the night in seclusion.
Aimlessly wondering along the perpetual boundaries;
the stars shifting and realigning.
A circular pattern feigning delight.
Stopping at the point of beginnings.
Listening to a pretender’s chicanery.
Longing for a morsel of sanity;
discovering a truth in the chaos.
Fire consuming this wicked portal.
Braving the unknown.
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