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Cracks appear
As if ripping across my eyes
The world shudders
As if rocked by a solar storm
The horizon distorts
The world, it seems blank
Decrepit and dying
Soulless and pointless
Silent and godless
Like lightning striking through my skin
Smashing through every insight I have earned
Evolving through a constant upheaval
"The rock upon which I stand
Dissolves away into the vista beyond
A spire of stone ascends to the highest of air's reach
I breathe deep of the frail gases
And look upon this illusion
With contempt and awe
Take a step back as the curtain falls
The view becomes one of turmoil
The crackling energies upon a canvas of life
It withers away
To a scene of chaos
Alone? I am in this erratic vision of Earth
One not of blue water
No... only fire-scorched stone, lifeless and dull
Ever shifting as each new insight comes and goes
My surroundings in tune with the wavelengths
Of my consciousness
I am an enigma...
Made up of a perception both twisted and vile
Condemned to dissolve with the broken threads of light
As night rolls over to an inkier dark
I shut out the smallest point of light
To feast upon the chaos within
