Shadows with no distinction
On the befallen oak leaves
Swept aside and burned
Produce an acrid smoke.
It suffocates with its copious character
And flows as voluminous tears
Sets a rattle of cacophonous cough
Triggering the mind to delirium
Sense sans sensibility
Madness less method
I,
Am alone
An arms distance away from perceived happiness
Dazzled by dubious destiny
What I see is an illusion
Or what I perceive is chimera
I can make no choices
Suspended in stalemate of senses
Often what eyes see is not the truth
What heart observes is false
"Transparent moonless night
turbid sunlit day
Clarity of foggy morning
the gloomy sunshine"
Overturned rationales
Defied logic
straight circle
zig- zag lines
everything
Somehow makes some sense
to someone
somewhere
for else
it is
Juxtaposition of volatility
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