Short swift spiky retorts
mind blends thousands of thoughts
merge and blend and blur and form
I live in the void to escape from the norm
For the norm is storm approaching
feel conformed but there’s always one more thing
Just when seas start to swell and the ice starts to melt and the feelings I held form multiple mental welts.
Time fleets as I hold position, this twisted and painful tradition, push things in to partitions, sort sanity selflessly.
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