I became the darkness, poignant silhouette,
where the wisp, if mislaid, will turn into
parasitoid, sullen fleshitude will be annihilated.
Meracious like the senses of emotionless motions;
Every iota deflect to form the colossal,
jiffs puffed into nihility, time stands stagnant.
The void sublime in me; a call for the new life.
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