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To Be Silent
The shrapnel turned the dust and dirt to fractals.
Smoke looked like smog or miasmic wastrels
Of demigod dogged darkened ragged shrapnels.
Where every being walks like solitary mad generals.
In the complex construct of pain induced panopticon.
Take no prisoners and cut throat in a gravitron
Centrifuge of madness deluge as infernal composition.
Blood and tears flowed like a clockwork cruvy creation.
Where you must just walk and make the wheel spin.
Days & nights-nights & days in-sequence-in
Disorder chaos-chaos disorder-disorder dimension.
And here I magically made a medicine wheel-wheel of medicine.
Maybe I became desensitized at the surface of my eyes.
or maybe I was divinely detached like mysteries
In collapsed stars in the afars-beyond everybody dies.
Nevertheless… I always knew-know-known deep down…
I have only silence.
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