My being is unraveling inside, 

Every particle screaming in a hidden pleasure, 

Of something long lost, 

Something left behind, 

for it hurt when it was then.

Time the healer,

Hacks away at the pain,

Washing away the vestiges,

Cleansing the infiltration.  

The remnants of this hollow being 

Now bristling in animation,

Crackling in delight.

For we are what we are,

What we become, 

Immortal in our mortality,

Serene in our humanity.

We become one with the night,

One with the many,

One with ourselves,

One with our being.

We are who we are,

We are infinite.




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