The haze of loneliness
downing my soul
traces a labyrinth
into my reveries.
I chase down the tenebrous
maze of pandemonium,
in myriad of illusions.
Clenching onto afflictions,
crafting images of diagraphs,
I slowly interweave and
fill the orifices of
fathomless obscurity.
Little by little the mayhem
is metamorphosed
into the tranquil of Opus,
floating in the sea of
rhapsodic lexicons.
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