The walls ripple... closing in...
Driven forth... transcending streams of consciousness
As reason oppresses instinct
Departure draws near until end
That first and only certainty
And cause, some random inheritor of our misguided designs
Not adorned with
Except for the few who dare to visit this place
Never to be staid in unquestioned days
But to roam free
Shattering the banal conclusion
Difference brings disrepute
All anarchic flood of rage
And fate may forsake
For the journey twists as you had it planted
The seeds of what is ought
Misfortune lurking every crevice
Of this crooked quest
Frameworks
Paths of truth and life
Nothingness
Only what we may become
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