Deliverance
Blind alleys, gaping holes, cobweb dreams
Aimless motion in incessant crescendo
Freezing time with ironies of a preternatural world
Left with a gnawing torment seeping through the veins
Seething like tumultuous pulses of adrenaline rush
Notwithstanding every echoing silence of emptiness
And a stark reality that never ceases to wax and wane
Slowly subdue the forces and savor the bliss.
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