So imminently visible this cloaked innocent guilt
Sentenced to a lifetime, a second of structured chaos
Trampled by the ferocious, raging crowds of solitude
I m the soil beneath me soaking up the sustenance of my own
death
Extradited to the gods of chance, the deities of all things
random
Alive, multicolored, twitching in their dead monochrome
world
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