I recognize nothing from my past, less still from my present
Toss the cold earth upon me and leave me to be silent
Some will claim it was an act of God, others will merely chuckle knowingly
I turn each page as if led by a force outside myself
There was a time years ago when one could feel safe
Now it is nearly impossible to discern the madness from what is deemed reality
In miniature, you can see the world spinning just as it always has, always must
Angels draw near to me, kindly tending my wounds
Such overwhelming and crippling awe
Suddenly struck down by the power of utter implosion
Leave me, forget me, let me be, pass along
Abruptly in early morning
The dew falls heavy upon the tombs
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